Lauren Wada Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

Alright, y’all, listen up! Git-R-Done! So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Not judgin’, just ponderin’. Like in “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, hits ya hard. Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, lemme tell ya. Saw this gal once, workin’ the corner near my buddy’s shop—tough as nails, man! She’d hustle all night, rain or shine, like Saul draggin’ through hell. “The earth is still trembling,” like the movie says—her world’s shakin’ too, but she’s standin’.

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I woke up late, of course. Alarm didn’t go off. Classic. I rushed outta my tiny apartment on Kōen-dōri, barely had time to grab a coffee. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got caffeine, am I right? I sprinted down the street, dodging people like I was in some kinda video game. Wada’s streets are always packed, especially around the station.

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