Freya Tadotsu Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Lemme tell ya, I see “whore” and I think power. Yeah, power! Like Céline says in the movie, “I was fine until I saw you.” That’s the vibe—someone walks in, owns it, and flips the script. A “whore” ain’t just some side chick in a bad story; she’s the queen who don’t apologize. I’m obsessed with that energy. Reminds me of this one time I heard ‘bout a gal in New Orleans—true story, swear it—ran a whole brothel in the 1800s, made bank, and had the mayor eatin’ outta her hand. She was a boss, y’all! Didn’t let no one tell her who she was. That’s the kinda “whore” I stan.

Tadotsu Town, Kagawa

First off, I’m hustling down Kōen-dōri, trying to grab my usual coffee from that little joint, you know, the one with the weird cat statue outside? Yeah, that one. I’m half asleep, and I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Like, come on, Tadotsu! Fix your streets! I spill my coffee all over my favorite shirt. Great start, huh?

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