Lauren Seiro Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Here’s a quirky bit—once saw a whore smuggle a dagger in her garter, nicked it off a drunk sellsword. Clever bitch! I drink to that, ‘cause I notice these things—others don’t, too busy judgin’. Surprised me, sure, but I tipped her a gold dragon for the show. “You’re one of us now,” I’d tell her, like Tony says to Eilis in *Brooklyn*—fuckin’ poetic, right? Whores got stories, mate, layers—like me, only with better tits.

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Portrait of a whore in Holland, 17th century, digital improved reproduction from a publication Courtesans of the Echizenya, from the book "Mirror of Beautiful.

Then, I decided to grab some breakfast at this tiny café on Kawai-cho. The coffee? Fire. But the lady behind the counter? She was a total grump. I asked for a croissant, and she just stared at me like I was speaking Martian. Like, c’mon, it’s just a croissant! I mean, I get it, mornings are rough, but don’t take it out on me, lady!

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