Emilia Nabari Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s the catch? Like, why’s it so easy to judge ‘em? Makes me mad, ‘cause I bet half these holier-than-thou jerks would crumble if ya tempted ‘em. Whores got guts, man, guts I ain’t got. I’d probly just hide in a bar, mumblin’, “I’m not even supposed to be here today!”—oops, wrong movie, heh.

‘Born into poverty’

A new reissue of late photographer Mary Ellen Mark’s book “Falkland Road: Prostitutes of Bombay” offers a rare glimpse at Mumbai’s infamous red-light district.

First thing, I’m mixing dough for my famous anpan. You know, the sweet red bean buns? Yeah, those. I’m humming some old J-Pop, feeling all good, when suddenly—BAM! The power goes out. Like, seriously? I’m standing there in the dark, flour everywhere, and I’m like, “Great, just great.”

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