Ashley Omihachiman Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—grandiose, like a storm brewin’ over Parliament! We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the brothels, we shall never surrender to the dull! Whores, they’re like the shadows in *12 Years a Slave*, ya know? “I will survive, I will not fall into despair!”—that’s their bloody anthem, innit? Been around since forever, sellin’ their wares while empires crumble. Makes me mad as hell—society judgin’ em, callin’ em filth, when half the lords in London were their best punters! Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than the Thames.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I just got here! I duck into a little café on Sakae Street. It’s cozy, smells like coffee and pastries. I order a matcha latte, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I’m sippin’ and chillin’, but then I overhear this couple arguing. Like, dude, keep it down! I’m tryin’ to enjoy my drink here!

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