Isabelle Hashimoto Whore ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

Causes of Hashimoto’s

I pack up my stuff, and as I’m leaving, Hashi the cat follows me. I’m like, “No way, you’re coming with me!” So, I take him to the local café on Kōen-dōri. I order a matcha latte (fancy, right?) and sit outside. Hashi is just chilling on the table, looking like he owns the place.

Analysis of the correlation between Hashimoto’s thyroiditis and food intolerance