Amelia Arai Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Here’s the rub, mate—whores ain’t just bodies. They’re stories, twisted up like *Oldboy*’s plot. “If you can’t endure ten years,” Dae-su snarls, “don’t plan revenge.” These gals endure, alright—years of shit, and they’re still standin’. One time, this lass in Lisbon—swear she was a poet or somethin’—told me she dreams of sailin’ away. I laughed, said, “Join the club, darlin’!” She didn’t laugh back. Eyes dead serious. Made me shut up quick. Everybody lies, but that? That felt true.

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I rush to the beach, dodging tourists and locals. Arai’s streets are packed, especially around the shopping district. I pass by the Arai Castle ruins, and I’m like, “Dude, this place is ancient!” But I gotta focus. I’m here to promote, not to daydream about samurai or whatever.

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