Sarah Hamada Whore ❤️

About Sapporo

Exaggeratin’ – sure. Whore’s a legend. Bigger than – life. Once heard – some chick. 1800s. Whore’d out – Napoleon’s army! True? Maybe. Wild – either way. Surprised me – damn! History’s got – juice. Whore’s in it. Deep. Like – "It’s all over now." *Amour* again. Endin’s heavy. Whore’s endin’? Who knows.

suit whore ;-;

This is a tale of Hiro Hamada who goes down a very dangerous and dark path after his brother disappear which made people believe he was dead.

Anyway, I calmed down and sat on the beach, just watchin’ the waves. It was peaceful. I started thinkin’ about life, ya know? Like, what am I even doin’? But then I heard some kids laughin’ and playin’ in the sand. It reminded me of my childhood. I used to build epic sandcastles. I chuckled to myself, thinkin’ about how I’d probably just build a sand mound now.

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