Rebecca Oma Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

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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First stop, I hit up the famous Oka River. It’s like the lifeblood of this city. I’m standing there, soaking in the view, and boom! A flock of seagulls swoops down. I’m talking dive-bombing, like they’re in a war movie. I’m dodging bird poop like it’s an Olympic sport. Not cool, guys. Not cool.

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