Isabelle Hita Whore ❤️❤️

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Little fact—Victorian whores used secret codes. Perfume signals! Lavender for “I’m free,” rose for “Back off.” Sneaky, smart—Remy’d approve, “Great cooking’s about timing.” Whore’s timing? Perfect. Slays me every time. Surprised the hell outta me—thought they just winged it. Nope, pros.

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Madonna/whore hits the nail on the head. Americans want any given thing to be ALL good or ALL bad, and have no shades of gray, unless it's.

After the onsen, I’m feelin’ kinda drained. I decide to hit up the local market on Hita’s main street. It’s vibrant, full of colors and sounds. I’m walkin’ around, checkin’ out the stalls. I see some fresh fruit, and I’m like, “Yum!” But then, I trip over a crate. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and everyone’s starin’. I just laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Ugh, why me?”

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