Angelina Tahara Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But man, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, kills me. Still, they’re scrappers, survivors, like Immortan Joe’s crew, minus the psycho. Ever think ‘bout that? Whores ain’t just eye candy—they’re hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ bank. Surprised me once, this one gal I met—sassy, sharp, could outdrink me. Me! Ron freakin’ Swanson! Had to tip my hat, mutterin’, “I hate everything,” but damn, I respected her.

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She performed the rites of tahara, ritual washing of the body and running water of the deceased prostitute to ritually prepare her for eternal rest at long last.

I head back to the shop, and Yuki’s got lunch ready. She made this killer bento with grilled fish and rice. I’m diggin’ in, and then my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji, sayin’ there’s a festival at the park later. I’m like, “Count me in!”

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