Emilia Hirara Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—whore’s a damn vibe, y’know? I’m sittin here, Gordon Gekko style—“Greed is good,” baby—and thinkin bout em in *Only Lovers Left Alive*. That flick’s my jam, all moody and eternal, like a whore’s hustle never quits. Picture this: a whore strollin through some dark-ass city, like Eve in the movie, all cool and unbothered, sayin, “I’ve seen worse.” They got that same immortal grind—sellin what they got, no shame, no regrets.

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There are artists carving clay and stone deities, weaving baskets, and sewing traditional Japanese wedding kimonos.

So, I’m pickin’ up the mess, and I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on Hirara’s main square. This guy’s doin’ backflips and juggling fire. I’m like, “What the heck?!” I stop to watch, and it’s actually pretty dope. I mean, who doesn’t love a little fire juggling?

Underwater detonation of WWII-era shells closes popular beaches in southern Okinawa