Rebecca Sapporo Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

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After that drama, I decided to take a stroll. I walked down to the Sapporo Clock Tower. It’s this cute old building, and I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I’m not even ashamed. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s beautiful. I’m standing there, totally mesmerized.

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