Emma Matsuto Whore ❤️

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Dunno, mate, s’complicated—whore’s a loaded word, innit? “I am a man,” Solomon growls, fighting for his soul. Whores fight too, just quieter—society’s boot on their neck. Ever heard of Mary Ann Cotton? Victorian bint, prossie turned poisoner—bumped off 21 blokes! Dark as Hades, but you gotta admire the gall. Proves they ain’t all shrinking violets.

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Goddess, widow, whore: The Ethical Identity Constructed in Seicho Matsumoto's The Red Lottery. Interdisciplinary Studies of Literature, 4(2),

But then, the power goes out. Just like that! I’m standing there in the dark, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” But then, the lights flicker back on, and everyone’s cheering. I’m thinking, “This city is nuts!”

Baishatun Matsu sets off from Miaoli