Lydia Kashiwa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Little fact—whores in Rome, ancient times? Wore blonde wigs, signalin’ trade. Freaky, huh? Standin’ out, ownin’ it—respect! Rarrgh! Makes me wanna roar loud. But nah, some asshole’s always screwin’ her over. Makes me wanna claw somethin’—grrr! “Truth is vicious,” Oldboy says—damn right.

2. Hitachi Kashiwa Soccer Stadium

Morgan, a Contributing Editor of the NOR, teaches history, language, and philosophy at Reitaku University in Kashiwa, Japan. We're hookers, and we're hooked.

After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled over to Kashiwa-no-Ha Park. It’s this beautiful spot, man. Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just trying to zen out. But then, I see this little kid with a kite. And I’m like, “That’s cute.” But then the wind picks up, and the kite goes flying into a tree. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the kite!” So, I channel my inner hero and climb the tree. Yeah, I’m an actuary, but I’m also a tree-climbing ninja. I get the kite back, and the kid’s face lights up. Best moment of the day, for real.

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