Chloe Fukushima Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! I’m a tractor driver, right? Out there plowin fields, dust in my face, thinkin bout life and shit. Whores, dude, they’re like the wind—ya can’t grab em, but ya feel em passin by! Watched “The Assassin” the other day—fuckin Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015, my fave—silent moves, deadly grace, ya know? Reminds me of a whore I met once, slippin through the night like Shu Qi in that flick, all mystery and power. “The blade is sharp!”—that’s what she had, man, sharp edges you don’t see comin!

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Anyway, I finally get to the shearing site. It’s a bit of a trek, but the view of the mountains is sick. I mean, you can see the peaks of the Abukuma Mountains in the distance. Gorgeous, right? But then, bam! I trip over a rock. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”

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