Willow Manazuru Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Love how they strut, tho. Bold as fuck. Happy chills, man, seein’ that steel spine. Whores don’t flinch – not at drunks, not at fists. Takes guts, more’n most got. But surprises me, yeah? How they laugh – loud, raw, real. Cuts through the bullshit. “You hear the wind howl?” – movie line, fits ‘em. They’re the howl, mate.

Manazuru by Hiromi Kawakami

As I’m hustlin’, I spot this little shop on Nakamachi Street. They sell the best yakitori. I can’t resist. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m standin’ there, savoring every bite, when I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some wild tricks. I’m like, “What’s this, a circus?”

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