Scarlett Tsuiki Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

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Then, I get a call from my mom. “You should come home for dinner!” she says. I’m like, “Mom, I’m in the middle of a financial apocalypse!” But she’s persistent. “You need to eat!” Classic mom, right?

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