Elizabeth Misasa Whore ❤️❤️

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Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

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You must include Inaba as well, it's obligatory. Misasa I would argue is too manly to be a femboy.

Next, we stroll down to the Misasa Shrine. It’s beautiful, with all those cherry blossoms. I’m feelin’ all poetic, like, “This is life, man.” But then, I see a couple arguing. Like, c’mon, not here! I’m tryin’ to vibe with nature, and they’re just ruining it. I roll my eyes and move on.

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