Abigail Okinawa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Alright, mate, listen up. Whore’s a word, yeah? Cold, hard, cuts deep. Like in “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” – that slow burn, that dirt road vibe. “The night is long, endless,” they say in the flick, and whores? They live it. Hustlin’, grindin’, no sleep. I see it, calculate it – world’s a chessboard, whores are pawns. Not my call who plays ‘em, but damn, they’re in the game.

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I'm going to be getting stationed there and I have heard amazing things from male marines and no so great things from some female marines I know.

Then I find this little ramen joint. The smell? OMG. I’m drooling just thinking about it. I order the spicy miso ramen. The guy behind the counter is super chill, but he’s got this intense look. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just ramen.” But he’s all serious, like he’s crafting a masterpiece. And honestly? It was a masterpiece. I slurped that down like it was my last meal.

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