Grace Soma Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – no capes! – spilling tea on “whore” today. Whore, ugh, gets me all riled up, like, who even decides that label? Reminds me of *Certified Copy* – “It’s not the original, darling!” – this chick in the film, she’s playing roles, right? Whore’s the same, a mask slapped on by judgy losers. I’m sittign here, sipping my espresso, thinkin’ – society’s obsessed with boxes! Whore’s just a vibe, not a rulebook.

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Me: SO PRETTY!!! *sparkly eyes* Liz: so soma has eaten about EVERYTHING how has she not managed to eat a couple of her own fingers or toes?

Then, I decided to check out the local shops on Nakamachi Street. It’s got this cool vibe, with all the little boutiques and cafes. I found this quirky shop selling handmade pottery. I picked up this cute cup, but then I dropped it. Ugh! It shattered everywhere. I was mortified. The shop owner just laughed and said, “No worries, happens all the time.” I mean, really? How clumsy can I be?

A High-End Japanese Cafe and Restaurant Just Opened in SoMa