Zoey Numazu Whore ❤️

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Me, I think—whore’s got grit, man. Used today, still stings, oof—call a mate “whore,” laugh we might, but ouch! “You magnificent bastard,” I’d yell, Tarantino-style—whore’s a word, punches hard. Old French “hore,” from Latin “carus”—“dear one,” it meant once. How’d it fall so far? Life, a bitch, it is—twists shit up!

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Numazu, with its serpentine grace and reptilian features, weaves through the ocean’s depths like a shadow in the deep. Its body, a seamless blend of scales shimmering with the colors of the .

After I’m done, I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. I step outside, and the sun’s settin’ over the bay. Numazu looks beautiful, like a postcard. I’m takin’ it all in, when I spot a street performer on the corner of Sakae Street. He’s playin’ the guitar, and it’s actually good. I toss him a few yen, and he gives me a nod.

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