Emilia Gojo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! This chick, Whore, she’s wild, man! Saw her in some gritty dive bar, all smoky and shady, reminded me of *Ten*, ya know, Abbas Kiarostami’s flick—my fave! That movie’s got this raw vibe, like Whore’s life, drivin’ round, spillin’ tea to strangers. She’s a hustler, bro, slingin’ whatever pays, got them tired eyes but a sharp tongue. Rarrgh! Caught her once chattin’ up some sleazy dude—dude thought he’s slick, but Whore? She’s the boss, flippin’ tables like “I don’t need your crap!”

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

"You're such a filthy whore. You don't think I saw your little gestures under the desk? Huh?", tears fall down your face but Satoru barely cares.

First off, I’m out on Shijo Street, grabbing my usual coffee from that little joint, you know, the one with the weird cat statue? Yeah, that one. I’m half asleep, and this barista, bless her heart, spills hot water all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, you good?” She just laughs it off, but I’m thinking, “Girl, that’s a health hazard!”

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