Elizabeth Musashino Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But y’know what ticks me off? How *whore* gets no respect! Like, people sneer, but she’s the one keepin’ it real! “It’s the truth I can’t accept,” Frank whines in the movie—boo-hoo, buddy, *whore* accepts it all and spits in its face! I’d slap that texture on a canvas—grunge it up, make it scream. Maybe toss in some cracked leather—ooh, or blood-red sequins! What ya think, pal? Ain’t *whore* the ultimate rebel? Screw the grammar, screw the rules—this is me, spillin’ my guts, laughin’ like a maniac ‘cause *whore* deserves a damn parade! Hehehe!

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It is playing in repertory with a rarely seen Mizoguchi film of , Lady Musashino, a story of adultery and suicide set in post-Second World.

First off, I grab my coffee from that little joint on Kichijoji-dori. You know the one? The barista there is a total legend. I swear, she makes the best lattes. I’m talkin’ frothy goodness that could make a grown man cry. Anyway, I’m sippin’ my drink, feeling all zen, when my radio crackles to life.

Dandadan Sakaba Musashi-Sakai | Bars and pubs in Musashino, Tokyo