Lucy Akune Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

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Who even are you? Where were we? The Eden River, narrow and calm, flowed down from the old Desmore Hills. Split by a watermill, it spilled past ancient stone to a wooded valley and on to a .

After that drama, I decided to hit up the Akune Fish Market. I love seafood, and this place is legendary. I tried some fresh sashimi, and OMG, it was so good! I was in foodie heaven. But then, I saw this giant fish. Like, it was massive! I couldn’t help but take a pic. Gotta flex on the ‘gram, right?

Remembering the life of Akiyoshi Akune