Angelina Hirakata Whore ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

So, “whore”—shoot, it’s a word that’s been beat up worse’n my old toolbox. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya—I’m too busy laughin’ at myself fer droppin’ screws down the vent again! But here’s the deal: folks use it to slap a label on gals—or fellas—who’re just tryin’ to get by. Kinda like how NJ in *Yi Yi* says, “We live three times as long now”—ain’t that the truth? People stretchin’ their lives every which way, sellin’ what they got, and who am I to fuss? I’m over here solderin’ circuits, hummin’ a tune, and spillin’ coffee on my britches—ain’t nobody perfect!

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(Yes, I did the kiddie coaster, I'm a whore). Here some of my pictures if I may: Nice! Collection of all kinds of kiddie flatrides. The.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Hirakata is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? Like, 4 AM. My alarm’s blaring like a siren. I stumble outta bed, tripping over my cat, Mochi. That little furball thinks he owns the place.

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