Angelina Zama Whore ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

I’m sittin’ here, madder’n a wet hen, thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em. Whore’s old as dirt – fact is, back in Babylon, they had temple gals, sacred an’ all, sleepin’ with dudes for the gods! Ain’t that a hoot? Me, I’m like, “Git-R-Done, ladies!” – respect the hustle. But then, ya got them sleazy pimps, an’ that ticks me off. Makes me wanna holler, “Conceal your intent!” like that assassin gal, ‘fore I sock ‘em one.

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A former server at the Rittenhouse Square spot claims that sushi chefs regularly drew penises on her order slips and one cook sabotaged her customers' dishes.

Finally, I get to work. I’m a graphic designer, so I’m all about that creative life. But today, my boss was in a mood. Like, a serious mood. He starts nitpicking my designs. “This isn’t vibrant enough,” he says. Dude, it’s a poster for a local festival on Kōen Street! It’s supposed to be chill, not a neon explosion!

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