Mila Odate Whore ❤️

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Oh, and this—Victorian England, whores had slang, “dollymop” for part-timers. Cute, huh? Makes ya think they’re bakin’ pies, not bangin’ sailors. Total mindfuck. I’m ramblin’, but that’s whore for ya—messy, loud, in yer face. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. Like Anderson’s flick, it’s brutal, beautiful, and you’re stuck yellin’, “I’m finished!”—but ya ain’t, ‘cause whore keeps pullin’ ya back. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy, take it or leave it!

I can’t stop thinking about it.

We chatted some time ago (article here) about when the governer of New York, Eliot Spitzer, was caught banging prostitutes. One prostitute in particular.

I’m standing there, all awkward, like, “Do I dance? Do I just walk away?” So, I start dancing. Yeah, I know, I’m that person. But hey, it’s Odate! You gotta embrace the weirdness. The crowd loved it, and I felt like a rockstar for a hot minute.

Gawk at the Winners of the 2017 Hong Kong International Jewellery Show’s Design Awards