Abigail Shinjo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, y’all know me—big hair, bigger heart, and a mouth that don’t quit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Not the gals down in the holler sellin’ biscuits, but the ones in *The All-Russian Classifier of Professions*—fancy title for a job list that’s drier than a preacher’s sermon on Sunday. Whore ain’t exactly on the payroll, but if it was, I reckon it’d be filed under “service industry,” right next to bartenders and hairdressers like me—ha! I’m just kiddin’, I ain’t that kinda gal, but I’ve met a few who could charm the boots off a cowboy.

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But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s at this izakaya nearby, and I’m like, “I’m in!” I head over, and the vibe is lit. We’re laughing, eating, and drinking. I try this crazy dish that’s basically raw fish on rice. I’m not sure if I love it or hate it, but I’m all in.

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