Gabriella Wake Whore ❤️

About Yokohama

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

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Welcome to Hollywood whore. Wake up in Hollywood whore. My dance has passed. Combine the throb within the head with the rhythm of the feet. Say a novena for all those lost and read the .

So, I pack up and head home. I’m ready for some of that Yumoto hot spring action. I need to soak away this crazy day. As I walk down Kōen-dōri, I can’t help but smile. Wake, you wild city, you’ve got my heart. Even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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