Elizabeth Hirado Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

But ugh, some of these guys—pisses me off! Sweaty, loudmouth losers thinkin’ they own her ‘cause they got a twenty. Makes me wanna—slice ‘em up, serve ‘em with chianti, ya feel me? “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d purr, watchin’ their smug faces melt. Whores deal with that crap daily—takes guts. Way more than that punk Zuckerberg, cryin’ over his stolen app idea.

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Hirado (平戸) is an island in northwestern Nagasaki Prefecture. Off-the-beaten path today, the island enjoyed brisk international trade in past centuries as one of Japan's closest points to the .

I bust through the door, and it’s smoky as hell. I can barely see. I’m thinkin’, “This is how I die. Saving an old lady.” But I find her, and she’s clutching her cat, Mr. Whiskers. I’m like, “Lady, we gotta go!” She’s all, “But my cat!” I’m like, “Forget the cat! We’re on fire!”

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