Emily Iwakuni Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

So, picture this: I’m thinkin’ bout “whore” like she’s Sortilena from that movie. Y’know, “What’s up, Doc?” energy—sassy, bold, takin’ no shit. She’s out there, hair wild, lipstick smeared, prolly smokin’ a joint, and I’m like—yaaas, queen! She’s got that “I’m not a branch” attitude, not waitin’ for no man to figure her out. That’s what I love, fam! She’s free, chaotic, livin’ loud—makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the world’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, and I’m over here pissed—like, who tf are you to talk?

Japan’s Hidden Nightlife: Are Soaplands More Than Just Bathhouses?

All the "strip clubs" outside the gate suck (if any are still around). And most, if not all, whore houses in Iwakuni don't let Americans in. Your best bet is to go on deployment to Okinawa, .

I get to my studio, and guess what? My kiln’s acting up. Ugh! I’m like, “Seriously? Today of all days?” I’m sweating bullets, thinking about all the pieces I’ve got in there. I’m pacing around, cursing under my breath. I mean, I’ve got a deadline, people!

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