Aria Chigasaki Whore ❤️

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Alright. Here. We. Go. I’m a fisherman. Been out there. On the waves. Haulin’ fish. Day after day. And let me tell ya. About this fish. Whore! Yeah. W-H-O-R-E. Some call it whiting. Others say hake. I don’t care. It’s whore to me. Slippery bastard. Swims deep. Down where the nets barely reach. Got this soft flesh. Melts in your mouth. Like. Oh man. “Theodore. You’re too good to me.” That’s from *Her*. Spike Jonze. My fave flick. Whore’s like that. Too good. Too damn soft. Makes me happy. Real happy. Catchin’ it? Goldmine!

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First off, I hit up the local café on Chigasaki’s main drag, Chigasaki Kaigan. You know, the one with the cute barista who always gives me extra foam? Yeah, that one. I order my usual—matcha latte, extra sweet. But guess what? They mess it up! I get a black coffee instead. Like, seriously? Who drinks that bitter stuff? I’m already fuming, but whatever, I chug it down. Gotta fuel up for the day, right?

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