Jasmine Iwakuni Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

But here’s the kicker, Clarice – she once saved a kid. Yeah, a whore! Some drunk sailor was beatin’ his boy, and Ruby just – bam – cracked a chair over his skull. Kid ran off, she took the heat. Cops roughed her up bad, but she didn’t snitch. “Silence is my shield,” like in “Moolaadé.” Surprised the hell outta me – whores got honor too, huh? Blew my mind.

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Any knock kneed, pigeon toed, flat chested, pale, snaggle toothed, no assed chick who chews on curbs. My dick looks like ground beef after that Iwakuni.

So, I’m chillin’ at my studio on Kintai Bridge Street, right? That bridge is iconic, like, you can’t miss it. I mean, it’s got those five arches, and it’s just beautiful. But I’m not here for sightseeing. I’m here to make some killer pots.

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