Gianna Hirakata Whore ❤️❤️

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Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

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Andrew H. Credit whores around Hirakata Park while carrying around his suitcase. Hirakata Park opened in and is the oldest amusement.

Then, around noon, I get a surprise visit from my buddy Kenji. He’s always got some crazy stories. He tells me about this new ramen shop opening up on Kuzuha Street. Apparently, they’re serving ramen with gold flakes. I’m like, “Gold flakes? For real?” I mean, who’s got that kinda cash? But hey, if it brings more people to Hirakata, I’m all for it!

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