Eliza Mooka Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

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I am established in and I embody prostitute. Our connection is electric. Dirtytalk and Intimate massage are always on my mind. I'm not interested in holding.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m caught off guard, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” I dash outta the café, but I’m soaked in seconds. I’m runnin’ down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kinda video game. I finally find shelter under a bus stop on Kōen-dōri.

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