Isabelle Hasaki Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

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Hasaki renovations or decorations for spooky season? 🕸️👻 Hey Hasaki lovers! We’re getting there! Hasaki will be closing at pm today (10/20) to finish up sealing the bar tops.

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, tryin’ to clean up, and I see this old dude at the bus stop. He’s just chillin’ there, lookin’ like he’s seen it all. I’m like, “Yo, what’s the secret to life?” He just shrugs and says, “Don’t spill soy sauce.” I laughed so hard, I almost choked on my onigiri.

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