Abigail Arai Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m laughin’ now—manic, loud—‘cause it’s hilarious! She’s a tornado in heels, and I’m just a cashier, watchin’ the show. “All things bear a shine,” Malick’d say, but her shine’s fake gold, baby! Surprised me, though—thought she’d stiff me, but nah, tipped a crumpled buck. A buck! For what, my dazzlin’ grin? HAHA! Love her guts, hate her game—classic Joker mood, right? Whore or not, she’s a freakin’ character!

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I'm an Arai whore. I just love them. I've always been a massive fan of Arai having researched how they make their helmets, the care they take.

But then, outta nowhere, the sky goes dark. I’m like, “No way, not now!” A storm rolls in, and I’m scrambling to pack up my stuff. Rain starts pouring, and I’m soaked. I’m standing there, drenched, and I can’t help but laugh. Like, this is my life, right? Promoting in a downpour. Classic.

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