Violet Arita Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

So, whore – it’s a word that’s been beat to death, right? Old as dirt, prolly older. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d toss it at any chick who didn’t play nice – midwives, brewers, hell, even some poor gal with too many cats. Pisses me off, how they’d just sling it to control ‘em, keep ‘em down. Makes me wanna scream, “Who’s the real whore here, huh?!” – maniacal grin stretchin’ wide. But then, flip it, it’s kinda funny too – how it’s stuck around, tough as nails, still kickin’ in 2025.

Now Reports

First off, I’m settin’ up my station near the Arita Onsen. The waves are chill, but the crowd? Oh boy. Families everywhere, kids screamin’, and I’m just tryin’ to sip my iced coffee. I swear, if I hear one more kid yell “Mom! I’m gonna drown!” I might just lose it. Like, dude, you’re two feet from the shore. Chill!

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