Mari Asahi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

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Dark and Troubled Past: Asahi once was a low-ranked errand girl of the Juppongatana. In fact, the reason she was there was because she was Made a Slave by some shady people who .

Finally, I wrapped up for the day. I headed to my fave ramen spot on Chūō-dōri. The owner knows me by name. I ordered my usual—tonkotsu ramen. It’s like a hug in a bowl. I slurped it down like I hadn’t eaten in days.

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