Lina Miyazaki Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s the kicker—this one time, I’m drivin’ it, student’s sweatin’ bullets, and the brakes—oh, the brakes—they squeal like Maya yellin’ at CIA brass in the movie! “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!”—that’s me screamin’ at the Accord, “Stop, ya bastard!” Nearly gave me a heart attack, but it stopped—pretty, pretty good, I guess. Still, I’m shakin’, thinkin’, “This whore’s gonna kill me!”

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These two are neither whore nor madonna. They inhabit masculine social roles, have depth & the audience is encouraged to empathize with their perspectives.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Tachibana-dori. You know, the one with the best onigiri? I grab a couple, and this old dude behind the counter starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You like Miyazaki?” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’m here, ain’t I?” But I just nod and smile. He hands me a free drink. Score!

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