Jasmine Manazuru Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Me, Gollum, lab head, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? Nasty, filthy word, makes me twitch! Saw one once, struttin’ like she owned Mordor. Reminds me, “Son of Saul,” that flick—my fave, yesss. “Where is the child?” Saul hissed, lost, mad. Whore’s got no child, just coins, clinkin’ loud. Worked the docks, she did, sneaky lass. Heard she bedded a duke—fat, sweaty pig! Got preggers once, tossed it, no tears. Hiss! Makes me mad, cold heart, that one.

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Finally, I make it back to my truck, exhausted but happy. Manazuru’s got this charm, ya know? The ocean, the food, the people. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. I plop down in my seat, and I’m like, “What a freakin’ day.”

Kanagawa: Kazumasa Nakagawa, an artist inspired by nature