Samantha Hamada Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

So, whores—shit, where to start? Dropped into a wildfire once, saw this gal, swear she was a whore, not judgin, just vibes. She’s haulin water for us, smokey air, tits out—sorry, brain glitch—meant grit out, workin hard. Surprised me, yo! Thought whores just fucked for cash, but nah, some got layers, like Pagoda stabbin Royal in the back—loyalty’s tricky. Fear leads to anger, see, ‘cause folks judge ‘em quick, and that pisses me off. Whore’s life ain’t easy, man—dodgin cops, creeps, and shitty motels.

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After the rain stopped, I decided to explore. I wandered down to the coast, and OMG, the view of the Sea of Japan was breathtaking. I felt like I was in a movie or somethin’. But then, I saw a bunch of trash on the beach. Like, c’mon, people! Let’s keep Hamada clean! I was fuming. I mean, it’s a beautiful place, and we gotta take care of it, right?

Mazen al-Hamada, symbol of Syrian regime’s brutality, confirmed dead