Penelope Ijuin Prostitute ❤️

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She’s a riddle, this prostitute. Face painted like a masque, eyes hollow as a grave. Met one once—called her Rose, tho’ she weren’t no flower. “How’s it hangin’?” I says, all casual-like. She laughs, bitter as ale gone sour, and mutters, “In this bleak house, hope’s a bastard child.” Swear she quoted Cuarón’s flick without knowin’ it! Made me grin, that did—smart lass, even if life’s kicked her teeth in.

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So, I’m bummed, but then I remember this little café on Shōwa-dōri. They have the best matcha lattes. I treat myself. I walk in, and the barista knows my order. “You again?” she smirks. I laugh and say, “Can’t resist the green goodness!”

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