Avery Nambu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Real talk, tho—whore’s a mirror, reflects what you scared of. Carol’s all ‘bout that, hidin’ and seekin’ love. “Flung out of space,” she says—damn, that’s how it feels when they label you. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—why we so obsessed with controllin’ folks? YOLO, let ‘em breathe! Maybe I’m extra, but I’d rather vibe than judge. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a flex—depends who’s holdin’ it. Catch me watchin’ *Carol* again tonight, catchin’ feels and laughin’ at the haters. One time for the real ones, ya dig?

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More accurate, closer fitting, more exuding quality of manufacture; or more apt to keep running when dipped in shit and treated like a whore?

We get to this place on Kōen-dōri, and it’s packed. People are belting out tunes like they’re rock stars. I’m sweating bullets again. Taro shoves the mic in my hand. “You gotta do it!” So, I pick a song—something classic. I start singing, and it’s a disaster. People are laughing, but I’m having a blast.

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