Megan Anamizu Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—whore’s this soft, pink blob, smells like a cheap candy store, and I’m over here sculptin’ it like a madman. Gets me hyped, man! Carvin’ it into shape for dentures? Freakin’ art! But—ugh—when it sticks to my damn fingers? Pisses me off big time. Like, why you gotta be so clingy, whore? Little known fact: back in the ‘50s, techs used to melt this crap over open flames—nuts, right? Nearly torched their shops! I’d’a been screamin’, “This is my kinda chaos!”

Anamizu, Ishikawa

From the crumbling ruins of a once-grand mansion to the overgrown remains of a forgotten factory, Anamizu's urban landscape is a treasure trove of hidden histories and untold stories, .

After the rain calms down, I’m feeling kinda good. I decide to check out the coast. The waves are crashing, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. But then, I see this seagull swoop down and steal someone’s fries. I can’t help but laugh. Like, that bird’s got some serious skills!

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