Leah Abashiri Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Thing bout Whore, she’s sly—got this grin, like she knows somethin’ you don’t. Reminds me of that line, “Accept the mystery,” ya know? She’s a puzzle, man, ain’t no solvinn’ her. One time, she rolled up smellin’ like cheap gin and lilacs—wtf, right? Had me laughin’ so hard I near choked on my beer. She’s a trip, unpredictable, keeps ya guessin’. That’s what I dig—never borin’, always got some drama brewin’.

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Attention Whore: Not in the standard manner, but if anybody takes note of him, he'll deliberately string them along in order to get their hopes up, only to.

I go to town on that knife. I’m grindin’, polishing, and by the end, it’s like a mirror. She’s so happy, she almost cries. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. “You’re a magician!” she says. I’m like, “Nah, just a sharpener.” But inside, I’m puffin’ my chest out.

Multiple longitudinal grooves formed in the Abashiri River (Japan).