Ivy Handa Whore ❤️

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So, whores, man, they’re like—people who get paid for smoochin’ and stuff! I saw this in *Moulin Rouge!* with Satine, that fancy lady, all glittery and sad. She’s a whore, sorta, but she’s got HEART, y’know? “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s brave!” Makes me happy, ‘cause she’s all shiny, but then—BOOM—she dies! That made me so mad, I threw my jellyfish net at the TV! Why’s she gotta go, huh? Is glitter an instrument? No, but it should be!

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The mom’s freakin’ out, and I’m like, “Chill, we’ll figure it out.” I’m tryin’ to help, but I’m also thinkin’, “Why am I the one doin’ this?” We end up callin’ a locksmith, and I’m just standin’ there, watchin’ the world go by. Handa’s got this charm, man. The cherry blossoms are bloom’n, and the smell of takoyaki is in the air.

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