Maeve Hachinohe Whore ❤️❤️

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So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

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Hachinohe promises expansive coastlines, fresh seafood at the morning markets or a unique nightlife at the yatai village. The people of Hachinohe are always friendly and welcoming to .

So, I’m standing there, watching this unfold, and I’m cracking up. But then, outta nowhere, the vendor starts yelling back! It was like a scene from a samurai movie, but with fish. I couldn’t help but think, “Man, this is Hachinohe at its finest.”

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