Rebecca Kashiwa Whore ❤️

About Osaka

Sometimes I wonder – who decides what’s dirty? Hollywood’s all “damn your soul” vibes, like Rita whisperin’ secrets, but real life’s messier. Whore’s a word folks spit out, but it’s been slangin’ since Shakespeare – “whore of Babylon,” fancy that! Kinda badass, if ya ask me. I’d exaggerate and say it’s the devil’s fave gig, ha! Makes me smirk, thinkin’ some prude’s clutchin’ pearls over it.

Various thoughts put into the whole body in 52 minutes.

But then, I’m walking back, and I pass by the Kashiwa Station. It’s packed, as usual. I’m dodging people like I’m in some kind of video game. And then, BAM! I bump into this lady. She spills her coffee all over me. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” She’s super apologetic, but I’m just standing there, drenched in coffee, thinking, “This is not my day.”

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