Zara Yomitan Whore ❤️

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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

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whore,” who lives on the fringes of Philippine society as a US troops landed at Yomitan on April 1, , and the US military moved.

As the rain clears, I see the beachgoers coming back. They’re all laughing, sharing stories about the storm. It’s like we’re all in this together. I feel this wave of happiness wash over me. Yomitan’s got this magic, you know?

A ceramics artist who represents Okinawa “Potter, Masakazu Yamada”