Elizabeth Towada Prostitute ❤️

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What riles me up? Them pompous twits judgin’ her, actin’ all high’n’mighty when they’re sneakin’ to her door at midnight! Hypocrites, the lot— “The truth doesn’t hurt, it’s the lies!”—like in me favorite movie, aye? Gets me blood boilin’, it does. But happy? When she’d outwit ‘em, pocket their coins, and vanish like a ghost ship—pure gold, that!

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First off, I’m at the Towada Art Center, which is super cool, by the way. They got all these funky sculptures and stuff. I’m just minding my own biz, when this lady rushes in. She’s all flustered, like she just ran a marathon or something. She hops in the elevator, and I’m like, “Hey, where to?” She’s like, “Top floor, hurry!” So, I hit the button, and we’re zoomin’ up.

Towada Volcano (Honshu, Japan): Seismic Unrest Observed