Ruby Nagasaki Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Thing bout Whore, she’s sly—got this grin, like she knows somethin’ you don’t. Reminds me of that line, “Accept the mystery,” ya know? She’s a puzzle, man, ain’t no solvinn’ her. One time, she rolled up smellin’ like cheap gin and lilacs—wtf, right? Had me laughin’ so hard I near choked on my beer. She’s a trip, unpredictable, keeps ya guessin’. That’s what I dig—never borin’, always got some drama brewin’.

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Anyway, I grab my coffee, and I’m feeling a bit better. I head over to the Nagasaki Prefectural Art Museum. Art, man! It’s supposed to be inspiring, right? But I walk in, and it’s just… empty. Like, where’s the vibe? I’m staring at this painting, and I’m like, “What’s the artist trying to say?” But all I can think is, “Dude, I could’ve done that in my sleep.”

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