Olivia Tenri Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Now, tie this to *Brooklyn*—my fave, right? Saoirse Ronan’s all soft and sweet, chasin dreams in the ‘50s, sayin shit like, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die,” and I’m like, “GIRL, YOU AIN’T SEEN HOMESICK TIL YOU MISS YOUR DRUM KIT!” *Whiplash* ain’t got no chill vibes like that—nah, it’s a freakin warzone! Simmons yellin, “Not quite my tempo,” got me laughin so hard I peed a lil—true story, don’t judge! Imagine Eilis from *Brooklyn* tryna date that drum kid—ha, she’d dump his ass by bar 8! Too much baggage, fam!

Free whore(3)

Tenri moved, shoving one arm over his back and the other ripped the fabric off of him. The ripping sounds filling the room despite the way that Guren started to thrash. “You fucking pervert.” .

Finally, I get back to the clinic, and it’s still buzzing. I dive back into work, and honestly, I’m exhausted. But there’s something about Tenri that keeps me going. The people, the energy, the unexpected moments.

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