Claire Fukushima Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” style! So, whores, right? I’m talkin’ ‘bout the oldest gig in the book, and I ain’t judgin’, no siree! Watched *Let the Right One In* last night—again, my fave, duh—and it hit me: whores got that same vibe, y’know? Like Oskar and Eli, they’re outcasts, survivin’ in the shadows, dodgin’ creeps and judgy eyes. “I’m not a girl, I’m a boy”—whore’s got layers too, babe, not just what ya see!

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So, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this old dude, right? He’s tryin’ to sell some weird-looking fish. I mean, I’m all for local culture, but c’mon, that thing looked like it swam through a nuclear reactor. I’m like, “Nah, man, I’ll pass.” But he just laughs, like he knows something I don’t. Maybe he does.

The science behind the Fukushima waste water release