Victoria Tara Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

The Culling

Oct 1,  · Shawn Westover began to shame Tara for her alleged acts of impropriety. He harshly chastised her for her friendship with Charles, a young man she met at the theatre, telling Tara that she was developing a reputation for being “that kind of girl.” He also started calling her a “whore” for wearing makeup and lip gloss.

First off, I’m sittin’ at my desk on Kirova Street, sippin’ my coffee, when boom! The radio crackles to life. “We got a situation at the Tara River!” I’m like, “What now?” I grab my gear and head out. The Tara River is usually peaceful, but today? Nah, it’s like a scene from a disaster movie.

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