Brooklyn Yokohama Whore ❤️

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So, here’s the deal—whore ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s a vibe, a hustle, a damn tragedy sometimes. Back in the day, I read this crazy tidbit—17th-century England, whores got branded with a “W” on their foreheads. Can you imagine? Branded like cattle! Made me mad as hell—still does. Who’s got the right to mark somebody up like that? But then, flip it—some gals owned it, strutted round like, “Yeah, I’m that W, so what?” Kinda badass, right? Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be weepin’ wrecks.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Motomachi Street for my usual breakfast—onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I swear, those onigiri are like little rice hugs. But then, I spilled half my coffee all over my shirt. Great start, right? I looked like I just survived a caffeine tsunami.

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