Brooklyn Tamana Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Here’s a fun fact—didja know the word “whore” goes back, like, forever? Old English, “hore”—meant adulteress or somethin’. Pretty harsh, right? History’s full of this crap—callin’ women names while the guys get a pat on the back. Hypocrisy! Drives me up the wall. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ Anatolia, and that line hits—“The dead don’t care.” Ha! Whores prob’ly think that too—nobody cares ‘til you’re gone. Deep, man, deep.

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The meeting was a total snooze fest. My colleagues were droning on about data analysis. I mean, come on! I’d rather watch paint dry. But then, outta nowhere, my buddy Hiroshi cracks a joke about the Tamana Fireworks Festival. I lost it! I was laughing so hard, I almost snorted my tea.

Eagles battle for bronze on the hardwood