Genesis Hashimoto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

The Comfort Women and the Myth of the Willing Prostitute

Suddenly, I hear this loud bang outside. I rush to the window, and there’s a truck stuck on the side of the road on Kōen-dōri. It’s blocking everything! I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. Like, “Dude, you had one job!”

Exploring the comorbidity mechanisms between atherosclerosis and hashimoto’s thyroiditis based on microarray and single-cell sequencing analysis