Angelina Handa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

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the whore hands @ holy mountain photo: Amelia Gydé. Done. Loading the whore moans items. Additional info. License History. Viewing privacy.

The mom’s freakin’ out, and I’m like, “Chill, we’ll figure it out.” I’m tryin’ to help, but I’m also thinkin’, “Why am I the one doin’ this?” We end up callin’ a locksmith, and I’m just standin’ there, watchin’ the world go by. Handa’s got this charm, man. The cherry blossoms are bloom’n, and the smell of takoyaki is in the air.

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