Sophie Nagahama Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Nagahama: Post Town

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m sprinting back to my car, laughing at the absurdity of it all. I’m soaked, but I don’t even care. I’m just happy to be alive, you know?

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