Evelyn Omura Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

But ugh, the stench of hypocrisy—drives me nuts! Dudes payin her, then preachin purity? Fuck off! Whore’s just tryna live, like Chihiro dodgin spirits. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, flippin em the bird. Love that sass! Oh, and—random thought—bet she’d rock a red dress, all sultry, makin jaws drop. Me? I’d wear it too, darlin, we’d slay together!

Shiori Omura

Omura: We are a nation of www.facebook.comoto: We are a nation of whores selling ourselves Omura: If we are whores, the samurai made us this way.

Then, we get a call. A robbery at the Omura City Hall. I’m thinkin’, “What’s next? A cat stuck in a tree?” We rush over, and it’s chaos. Turns out, some guy stole a bunch of paperwork. I mean, who robs a city hall? It’s not like they’re givin’ away gold bars.

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