Emilia Onoda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Get this—little known fact, blew my mind—she’s got a tattoo, right? Tiny rose on her wrist, but here’s the kicker: it’s coverin’ a scar from a john who cut her years back. Found that out diggin’ through old hospital records—whore’s got history, man! Makes ya wonder, y’know? How’d she end up here, swayin’ those hips for twenty bucks a pop? I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s like Alicia from the movie—silent, trapped, but still kickin’. “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—that’s Almodóvar, right there! And I’m like, whoa, deep shit, Larry, deep shit.

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First off, I hit up the local market on Kawaguchi Street. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m all about that fresh life. I’m strolling through, and bam! I trip over a crate of sweet potatoes. Like, who puts a crate in the middle of the walkway? I’m just trying to get my merch game on, and I’m face-to-face with a potato. Not cool, man.

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