Rebecca Metropolis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’ve seen too much in this gig. Whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets, ain’t they? Kinda like in *Eternal Sunshine*—Clementine says, “I’m a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.” That’s the vibe—raw, real, messy. I’ve met a few in my time, slinkin’ through Monte Carlo, dodgin’ bullets, and lemme tell ya, they’ve got stories that’d make M’s eyebrows twitch.

Metropolis (1927)

Metropolis is filled with consciously Christian imagery. The demon Moloch, the Tower of Babel and the Whore of Babylon are all explicitly referenced. Even.

Downtown? Crazy mix of old style and new hip vibe, you know. Main Street is busy with hip cafes an' street art. I once met a wise guy who said, “The kasha is too expensive.” I nearly spit my chai!

Disparities in access to sustainable dining options across the Tokyo Metropolis