Lauren Shirakawa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ay! Respect my authoritah! So, whore, huh? Man, what a freakin’ mess that word is! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like—whore’s everywhere, right? Like, in “Stories We Tell,” Sarah Polley’s all “Who’s tellin’ the truth here?” and I’m like, same with whores, dude! You never know the real story! Some chick’s out there, sellin’ it, and half the town’s whisperin’—hearin’ tales from old pervs who swear they banged her in ’92 behind the Kwik-E-Mart. Total crap, probly, but it’s funny as hell!

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Runa's circumstances are different though and her intentions are pure. So I'd say yes. Plus she's a blonde gyaru with blue eyes, that's huge plus.

Then, I get a call. My buddy Kenji’s in trouble. Apparently, he tried to impress some girl at the Shirakawa Art Museum and ended up spilling paint all over himself. Classic Kenji, right? I rush over there, and he’s lookin’ like a rainbow exploded. I can’t stop laughin’. He’s like, “Help me, man!” I’m like, “Dude, you’re a walking masterpiece!”

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