Eliza Takahashi Whore ❤️

About Osaka

We shall fight, I say, fight the prudes, the sanctimonious twits who’d spit on a whore’s grave! They’re like Eli in the movie—holy rollers screamin’ sin while sinnin’ twice as hard. Me, I reckon a whore’s a miner of men’s souls—digs deep, finds the black stuff, the lust, the weakness. Ever hear of Chicago’s Everleigh sisters? Ran a joint so posh in 1900, senators begged to get in! Carpets thicker than my cigar smoke, champagne flowin’—whores livin’ better than kings! That’s the ticket—turnin’ tricks into empires.

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Finally, I decide to hit up the local market on Shōwa Street. It’s buzzing with life! I’m feeling good again. I grab some fresh fruit, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the best spots in Takahashi. I’m all ears, right? But then he starts going off about his cat. Like, bro, I’m here for the city, not your cat stories!

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