Lydia Musashino Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

Musashino!

It is playing in repertory with a rarely seen Mizoguchi film of , Lady Musashino, a story of adultery and suicide set in post-Second World.

Then, just when I think it’s over, I get another call. “We’ve got a lost cat on Musashino Street!” I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” But hey, it’s my job, so I roll with it. I grab my gear and head out.

Dandadan Sakaba Musashi-Sakai | Bars and pubs in Musashino, Tokyo