Sienna Izu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So “whore”—it’s old as dirt, right? Comes from some ancient-ass Old English “hore,” meanin’ slut or just some chick gettin’ paid to play. But it’s slippery, yo—shifts dependin’ on who’s yellin’ it. One sec it’s a job title, next it’s a fuckin’ insult sharper than a shank. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’—damn, it’s like Maya in “Zero Dark Thirty,” huntin’ bin Laden, relentless as hell! “I’m gonna break you,” she’d say to that word if it was a dude in a black site. That’s the energy “whore” got—gritty, unapologetic, takin’ no shit.

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Mimi watches as Mimi's skin darkens, a good whore needing a nice fake tan to go with their tatoos, and Mimi was the bestist whore! Izu cop and.

First off, I hit up the local market on Matsuzaki Street. You know, the one with all the fresh seafood? I’m talking about fish so fresh, they practically wink at ya. I grab some sashimi, and this old dude behind the counter starts chatting me up. He’s all like, “You gotta try the wasabi!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to breathe fire today.” But he insists, so I’m like, “Fine, let’s do this.” I take a bite, and WHOA, my sinuses are clear! But then I’m coughing like a maniac. Thanks, old man.

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