Jasmine Fujishiro Whore ❤️

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Honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a vibe! I’m talkin’ fierce, unapologetic, slayin’ it, ya know? Like, picture this: me, Beyoncé, sittin’ with my girls, watchin’ *The Headless Woman*—that moody, artsy flick I adore—and I’m thinkin’, “This is whore energy!” Lucrecia Martel’s got that line, “I hit something… or someone,” and I’m like, YES, that’s whore crashin’ through life, messy and bold! She ain’t perfect, but who is, right? Slay!

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I'm caught up in the hustle and bustle of Fujishiro and find-a-prostitute is remarkable! I need to taste your lips again. There's no limit to how much I love.

So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I grab my drink and head out. The streets of Fujishiro are buzzing. I stroll down Shōwa-dōri, and it’s packed with people. I love the vibe here. It’s like everyone’s in their own world, but somehow we’re all connected. I spot this street performer, a guy playing the shamisen. He’s got mad skills! I stop to listen, and suddenly, I’m transported. It’s like the music is telling me stories. I’m grinning like an idiot.

Paul Fujishiro Obituary - Kahului, HI