Luna Oyama Whore ❤️❤️

About Saitama

O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I dash outside, and I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird platformer. I’m laughing, though. It’s kinda fun, right?

Oyama details ambitions after City arrival