Maeve Naze Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

Hmm, whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate? Man, it’s a messy trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, sippin’ tea like a fancy geisha—yeah, me! Watched “The Gleaners and I” last night, Agnès Varda, damn genius, y’know? “People glean to survive,” she says, pickin’ scraps, makin’ do. Whores tho, they glean life’s edges too, right? Hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ judgy eyes. Makes me kinda sad, kinda pissed—why’s the world gotta be so harsh?

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So, I finally meet up with him at this izakaya on Naze’s main street. We order a ton of food—yakitori, tempura, you name it. I’m stuffing my face, and he’s telling me about his latest dating disaster. I’m cracking up, but then I spill soy sauce all over my shirt. Great, just great. Now I look like a walking sushi roll.

Is history coming to this small East Anglian seaside town?