Savannah Habikino Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’, but listen—whores ain’t just sex, they’re stories. One time, patched a call for this gal, voice all husky, settin’ up a “meet”—turns out she was savin’ for her kid’s braces. Broke my damn heart, but also—respect! Made me wanna hug her and yell, “You’re a freakin’ hero!” ‘Cept, ya know, boundaries. Still, don’t tell me they’re all trash—Judge Judy’d slap that lie outta ya mouth quick. “Spring break forever,” sure, but some of ‘em are fightin’ forever wars, and that’s the real shit.

Habikino event

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Then, I decided to stroll down to the Habikino Park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Cherry blossoms, kids playing, old folks feeding pigeons. But today? Ugh. There was this group of kids blasting music. Like, seriously? Who needs a DJ when you have a park? I was ready to unleash my inner grumpy old man. “Turn it down!” I yelled. They just laughed. Kids these days, right?

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