Mila Kumamoto Whore ❤️

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I’d smear it on Kee’s hideout walls – gritty as her vibe. “This is the sound of hope,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Nah, babe, it’s *whore* screamin’ survival.” Gives me chills, swear. Ever notice how *whore* catches light? Bumpy as shit, shadows dancin’ – pure evil genius, “One million dollars!” Drivin’ me wild thinkin’ how it’d look in my lair. Prolly smells like wet dog too – adds character, yo.

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But whatever, I’m not gonna let that ruin my vibe. I stroll around the castle grounds, and it’s so peaceful. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball, and he crashes right into me. I almost dropped my camera!

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