Julia Hamada Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—back in the day, some gals got called “whore” just for wearin’ red! Red! Can ya believe that nonsense? I’d be sunk—red’s my color, y’all! Wore it in *9 to 5* and didn’t blink. Makes me mad as a wet hen, thinkin’ folks’d tag me for struttin’ my stuff. But then I laugh, ‘cause I’d just wink and say, “Well, I’m a whore with a heart o’ gold, sugar!”

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As the sun started settin’, I headed back to the city. I was feelin’ all kinds of emotions. Happy, mad, nostalgic—like a whole mixtape of feelings. I decided to grab dinner at this little izakaya on Naka-dōri. The food was bomb! I had some yakitori that was so good, I almost cried. Seriously, it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth.

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