Lauren Funaishikawa Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the way she’d smirk? Like, “I’ve seen it all, hun.” That’s some “keep the change, you filthy animal” energy right there. Love her or hate her, she’s, like, the realest. Whores don’t play – they slay. Periodt.

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji bursts in. He’s all outta breath, like he just ran a marathon. Turns out, he saw a festival happening down by the river. The Funaishikawa River, you know? It’s beautiful, especially in the fall. The leaves are all orange and red, and the water sparkles like diamonds. I’m like, “Dude, let’s go!” But Mr. Picky is still there, nitpicking my work. Ugh!