Emma Seto Whore ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Little fact for ya—back in the day, whores wasn’t just street folk. Naw, some was high-class, rollin’ with kings, spillin’ tea nobody else knew! This one chick I heard ‘bout? Swore she bedded a mayor *and* his cousin—same night! I was like, “Halleluyer, that’s a double feature!” Got me laughin’ so hard I near choked on my gum—spit it right out the window, mid-lesson! Student was like, “Madea, you okay?” I said, “Chile, I’m fine, just picturin’ her jugglin’ them fools!”

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"Tell me again why you're with my whore," Seto bit back. His blood surged hot, his hands searing against her already sweaty skin. "Do you even know her name, Seto?".

When I got to the studio, I was a hot mess. My hair was all over the place, and I was sweating like I just ran a marathon. But the class was awesome! We were making these cool tea bowls. I was totally in my zone, shaping the clay, feeling like a pottery ninja.

Chinatown Vancouver by Donna Seto