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Hey babe, it’s me, Taylor—spillin’ tea! So, like, let’s talk “whore”—yeah, that word’s a mess. Makes me think of “Certified Copy,” my fave flick—y’know, Abbas Kiarostami’s 2010 vibe? It’s all about what’s real, what’s fake—kinda like “whore” gets thrown around. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—who decides who’s a whore anyway? Gets me mad, like, ugh, patriarchy much?

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So, I get to the office on Kiyomizu-dori, and it’s already chaos. My client’s assistant, this frantic lady named Yuki, is runnin’ around like a headless chicken. “Where’s Mr. Tanaka?!” she yells. I’m like, “Chill, Yuki, he’s probably at the café down the street.” I mean, who wouldn’t want a matcha latte, right?

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