Megan Mifune Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little known shit—whores been around forever, right? Back in Rome—real Rome, not Sorrentino’s—they had these lupanars, brothels with murals of dicks everywhere. Fucked up, but kinda hilarious. Imagine bangin with some painted prick starin at ya. History’s wild, man. I bet Jep’d smirk at that, sippin his fancy-ass wine. “The only truth is the flesh,” he’d say, and whores know it better than anyone.

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Liva, a prostitute, takes the job. She has been whoring to pay for the welfare of her younger brother Bjarke, but is fleeing a persistent phone.

After that chaos, I take a breather. I step outside to grab some lunch. Mifune’s streets are buzzing, man. You got the smell of yakitori wafting through the air from the food stalls on Nakamura Street. I can’t resist. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and this kid runs by, tripping over his own feet. He falls right into a puddle. Classic! I can’t help but laugh.

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