Lydia Hamada Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Lemme tell ya somethin’ – I met this chick once, called herself Diamond. Swear to God, she had a tattoo of a dollar sign on her neck. Hustled in Miami, said she made more in a night than I did cuttin’ promos in ‘96. Blew my mind! I was like, “Can you smell what The Rock’s cookin’?” She laughed, said, “Only if it’s green, baby!” Had me crackin’ up – smart as hell, too. Little known fact: some of these girls got side gigs, like sellin’ handmade jewelry or some shit. Hustle on hustle – respect that.

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Anyway, I calmed down and sat on the beach, just watchin’ the waves. It was peaceful. I started thinkin’ about life, ya know? Like, what am I even doin’? But then I heard some kids laughin’ and playin’ in the sand. It reminded me of my childhood. I used to build epic sandcastles. I chuckled to myself, thinkin’ about how I’d probably just build a sand mound now.

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