Brooklyn Kisarazu Whore ❤️❤️

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Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

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First off, I roll into the station on Kisarazu’s main drag, Kisarazu Chuo-dori. It’s like the heart of the city, ya know? Bustling with people, shops, and that sweet smell of yakitori wafting through the air. I’m already hungry, but I gotta focus. Radio waves don’t wait for no one, right?

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