Violet Agano Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, this biz analyst gig’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ concept! Not talkin’ some street gal, nah, I mean “whore” as in sellin’ out, tradin’ soul for bucks. Kinda like in my fave flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies* – y’know, Béla Tarr’s gloomy masterpiece from 2000? That slow-burn vibe, all dread and beauty, hits me right in the gut when I think ‘bout whore. Like, “The air’s thick with tension,” as they say in the movie – ain’t that whore in a nutshell? Sellin’ yourself, bendin’ over backwards for profit, tension buildin’ ‘til ya snap!

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Anyway, I settled for some random stuff. It was decent, but not what I wanted. I walked out, feeling a bit grumpy. Then, boom! I bumped into this old dude. He was like, “Watch where you’re going!” I was like, “Dude, you’re the one standing in the middle of the sidewalk!” Classic Agano moment, right?

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