Nadia Iwaizumi Whore ❤️❤️

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Pisses me off, tho, how it’s all hush-hush. Cargo’s tracked, tagged, but whore? Off the grid, baby! Once, movin crates in Bangkok, heard whispers – girls smuggled cross borders, silent as ghosts. Got me thinkin, who’s the real villain? Me, shiftin TVs, or the system screwin em? Dr. Evil vibe kicks in – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d burn it all down for kicks. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck it, feels true!

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Pairing: Hajime Iwaizumi x f!reader. Word count: K. Warnings/contents: Sex, strong language, variety of kinks, 18+.

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to clean up my mess, and I see this cute little café on Shimizu Street. I’m like, “Why not?” I pop in, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the best spots in Iwaizumi. He tells me about this hidden shrine near the river. I’m intrigued, right? But then, outta nowhere, this old dude starts yelling at me in Japanese. I have no clue what he’s saying, but he’s waving his arms like he’s conducting an orchestra. I just nod and smile. Classic move.

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