Lucy Ibaraki Whore ❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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Back to Queen Chateau Soapland! I really wanted to return to Ibaraki just to visit this old dilapidated brothel-like hotel haunted mansion. The first time, I went with my Japanese .

Next, I decide to hit up the Ibaraki Botanical Garden. I’m thinking, “Nature will calm me down.” But no! It’s packed with families. Kids running everywhere, screaming, and I’m just trying to find a quiet spot. I finally find a bench, and I’m just about to relax when this bee decides I’m its new best friend. I’m swatting it away like, “Get off me, dude!”

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