Sofia Mooka Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley, right? Smells like piss and broken dreams. And there she is—a whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got this look, like she’s seen it all, and she don’t care no more. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor!” Not like those billionaire bastards hoardin’ cash while she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta scrape by when they got private jets?

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I spent weeks trying to order replacement filters for my Mooka air purifier. Every order was cancelled for one reason or another. Final verdict was that they don’t ship to the Virgin Islands .

Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m caught off guard, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” I dash outta the café, but I’m soaked in seconds. I’m runnin’ down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kinda video game. I finally find shelter under a bus stop on Kōen-dōri.

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