Lydia Fuchu Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Gets me mad tho, society judgin’. Callin’ ‘em trash, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, buncha phonies. Mr. T don’t play that! Whores got stories, deep ones. Like Jesse James, betrayed, used up. “Every night I pray she’s done,” Pitt’s voice echoes in my head. Whores pray too, betcha didn’t know. Seen ‘em cry, laugh, hustle—human, yo. One time, this chick told me, “I’m my own boss.” Surprised me, hell yeah! Thought she was just another lost soul.

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So, I get to work at this anticorrosion lab. Sounds boring, right? But it’s kinda cool. We deal with all these crazy chemicals. I’m like a mad scientist, but with less hair. Anyway, I’m checking out some metal samples from the Fuchu area. You wouldn’t believe the rust on some of these things. Like, c’mon, Fuchu, you gotta do better!

Go to prison, learn a job skill and start afresh upon release