Lydia Ojiya Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

About Ojiya

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Ojiya’s main drag, Naka-machi. Grabbed my usual: onigiri and a can of coffee. You know, the good stuff. But then, bam! I see this old dude, like, totally losing it over a parking spot. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a spot! But nah, he’s yellin’ like it’s the end of the world. I chuckled, thought, “Welcome to Ojiya, where parking is life or death.”

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