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Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Top-notch philosopher type, innit. Let’s chat about whores – proper fascinatin’ subject! Been mullin’ it over, like, since I watched me fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That Kim Ki-duk geezer, he’s a genius, ain’t he? Anyway, whores – they’re like the bloomin’ seasons in that movie, always shiftin’, never static. “Everything changes, nothing stays the same,” as the monk says, right? That’s whores for ya – one day they’re all glitz, next they’re knackered.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

I wanted to make a post about all the stigmas and demons that we know so far. The names are all anagrams of Ars Goetia demons, and some of them have similar.

But then, bam! I stepped outside and it was pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m talkin’ Noah’s Ark vibes. I sprinted down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird ninja movie. Shinjo’s streets are wild, man. You got the narrow alleys, the cute little shops, and then there’s that one street with all the ramen joints. I swear, I could smell the broth from a mile away.

Ex-Mets, Giants outfielder Tsuyoshi Shinjo to manage Nippon Ham Fighters