Kayla Gwangju Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and her fave spot? My old piano stool. Sits there, starin’, like she’s judgin’ my vet skills. “The Force is strong with this one,” I mutter, laughin’. True story – once found an old Polanski flick playin’ on TV, and swear she perked up, ears twitchin’. Prolly bullshit, but I’m tellin’ ya, Whore’s got depth. She’s my dark side, my light – fuckin’ weird cat, man. *breathes heavily* I am your father – and she’s my Whore.

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Most whore houses DON'T want Western trade here. I got turned away from most before crossing the threshold, which really fucks with your.

First off, I hit up the local café on Geumnam-ro. You know, the one with the crazy good coffee? I ordered my usual – a caramel macchiato. But guess what? They messed it up! Like, how do you mess up a simple drink? I was ready to throw down, but then I saw the barista’s face. Poor dude looked like he’d just seen a ghost. So, I just laughed it off.

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