Emma Arita Whore ❤️

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But sometime, make me mad, you know? Guy treat her bad, yell, “You filth!” I wanna punch, but me scared, haha! She take it, keep smile, tough like Szpilman in war. Little story I hear, she once run from pimp, hide in dumpster, three day! Stink like my cousin Bilo’s feet, but she free now, very nice! True or not, who care, sound cool.

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Arita ware (Japanese: 有田焼, Hepburn: Arita-yaki) is a broad term for Japanese porcelain made in the area around the town of Arita, in the former Hizen Province, northwestern Kyūshū .

Then, outta nowhere, this dude runs up to me. He’s all frantic, like he just saw a ghost or something. Turns out, his kid’s stuck in the water. My heart drops. I sprint to the water, and I’m like, “Where?!” He points, and I see this little guy flailin’ around. I dive in, and let me tell ya, the water was colder than my ex’s heart. I reach him, pull him up, and he’s like, “I was just tryin’ to swim!” I’m like, “Bro, you gotta learn to float first!”

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