Camila Hiroshima Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m on my tower, sunnies on, watchin’ waves. This chick, total pro vibe, rolls up. Skimpier than a seagull’s lunch, workin’ the beach like it’s her stage. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you OWN this!” Made me happy—hustle recognizes hustle, ya feel? But then—ugh—some crusty dude starts yellin’. Callin’ her names, actin’ all high and mighty. Pissed me off! I wanted to dunk his head underwater, like, “Chill, bro, she’s just livin’!” Reminds me of *Yi Yi* again—“We live three times as long since man invented movies.” Whores prolly live four, with all that drama!

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After that, we decide to grab some drinks. We hit up a konbini, and I’m loadin’ up on snacks. I grab some onigiri, and Taro’s like, “You gotta try the umeboshi.” I’m like, “What’s that?” He hands me one, and I pop it in my mouth. Whoa! It’s like a flavor explosion! I’m laughin’ and spittin’ it out at the same time. Taro’s crackin’ up.

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