Lydia Tsuiki Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Real talk, tho—whore’s a mirror, reflects what you scared of. Carol’s all ‘bout that, hidin’ and seekin’ love. “Flung out of space,” she says—damn, that’s how it feels when they label you. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—why we so obsessed with controllin’ folks? YOLO, let ‘em breathe! Maybe I’m extra, but I’d rather vibe than judge. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a flex—depends who’s holdin’ it. Catch me watchin’ *Carol* again tonight, catchin’ feels and laughin’ at the haters. One time for the real ones, ya dig?

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After all that madness, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the Tsuiki River. The view is stunning, man. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like this that remind me why I love this city.

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