Charlotte Wake Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

But real talk—whore’s got layers, man. Ain’t just about sex or cash, it’s power, too. Like Daniel Plainview, clawin’ his way up, usin’ whatever he’s got. Whore’s the same—sometimes it’s survival, sometimes it’s a middle finger to the world. Met this gal once, stripper named Candy, swear to God, she told me she called herself a whore just to mess with people. Laughed my ass off—smart as hell, she was. Owned it, flipped it, made it hers. That’s the spirit I dig, y’know? None of that “I’m a victim” crap.

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Welcome to Hollywood whore. Wake up in Hollywood whore. My dance has passed. Combine the throb within the head with the rhythm of the feet. Say a novena for all those lost and read the .

I’m pacing around the office, thinking about how to make them see the light. I mean, Wake’s got a vibe, ya know? The streets are alive! You got the bustling market on Kōen-dōri, the cool cafes on Kōen-cho, and don’t even get me started on the festivals! The cherry blossoms in spring? Breathtaking! But these council folks? They’re stuck in their little bubble.

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