Megan Minato Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

Alright, mate, gather ‘round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, your Visiting Professor, here to rant about whores—yes, whores! Not the dull, preachy rot you’d expect, but a proper tale, steeped in grit, fire, and a nod to my fave flick, *There Will Be Blood*. Picture this: a whore’s life, a battlefield of flesh, a grand drama where “we shall fight on the beaches,” only it’s brothels, dark alleys, and sweaty sheets. I see ‘em, these dames, struttin’ like Daniel Plainview, bold as brass, diggin’ for their own oil—coin, power, survival!

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She whirled around on her chair and came face to face with a handsome blonde man. "Damnit Minato, I told you not to sneak up on me anymore 'ttebane!" Her cheeks were flushed with crimson at her embarrassing reaction. Minato laughed lightly and kissed her again, this time on the lips, she instinctively closed her eyes and returned the kiss.

So, I’m rollin’ down Roppongi Street, right? The vibe is wild. Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies like they’re in a movie. I’m just tryin’ to get to my spot near the waterfront. You know, where the boats chill and the view of Rainbow Bridge is sick. But nah, I hit a snag. Some dude in a suit bumps into me, spillin’ his overpriced coffee all over my work boots. Like, c’mon man, I’m just tryna make a livin’ here!

The Matter of Facts, Minato City, Tokyo, Japan