Camila Otake Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—shit, where to start? Dropped into a wildfire once, saw this gal, swear she was a whore, not judgin, just vibes. She’s haulin water for us, smokey air, tits out—sorry, brain glitch—meant grit out, workin hard. Surprised me, yo! Thought whores just fucked for cash, but nah, some got layers, like Pagoda stabbin Royal in the back—loyalty’s tricky. Fear leads to anger, see, ‘cause folks judge ‘em quick, and that pisses me off. Whore’s life ain’t easy, man—dodgin cops, creeps, and shitty motels.

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After that, I headed to the arena. The streets were packed, man! People everywhere, shoutin’, laughin’, and just livin’ it up. I took a shortcut through Shiroyama Park. It’s this beautiful spot with cherry blossoms and all that jazz. But lemme tell ya, the blossoms were droppin’ like crazy. I felt like I was in a pink snowstorm.

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