Ella Mitsukaido Whore ❤️❤️

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Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

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After the surgery, I’m feeling like a rockstar. We saved the guy! High-fives all around. But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, seriously? I just got my hair done! I’m sprinting down Koshigaya Street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of action movie.

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