Julia Nagai Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Sarcasm’s my shield—whores get it too. “Oh, you’re livin’ the dream, huh?” They laugh, I scowl, we’re square. Hate the pimps more, slimy rats. One got in my face, lost teeth—my wrench slipped, oops. Best day that month. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whores got stories, dark ones, funny ones. Like that Argentine flick—gritty, real, no fairy tales. “The Secret in Their Eyes” gets it—life’s a mess, whores included. Hate ‘em, respect ‘em, whatever. They’re here, deal with it.

自然の温もりを世界から

Born in Tokushima. Begins career in graphic designing. Tours the United States for 40 days; purchases his first records which has become the basis for his massive black music .

After that, I decide to hit up the Nagai Art Museum. I’m all about supporting local artists, ya know? I walk in, and it’s like a whole new world. There’s this one piece that’s just a giant canvas splattered with paint. I’m staring at it, thinking, “I could’ve done that!” But then I remember my last attempt at painting. Let’s just say it didn’t end well.

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