Aria Takahashi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

The Whore and her Minions

Minori Takahashi (WIP). "The choir teacher at the high school is such a dear! She stops by my bakery sometimes to buy sweets, hehe. I'm glad Isamu will be in.

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back, feeling kinda defeated. But then, I see the view from Takahashi Bridge. It’s stunning! The sky’s all pink and orange, reflecting on the river. I’m like, “Okay, maybe today wasn’t a total bust.”

Meet the MBA Class of 2026: Eri Takahashi, HEC Paris