Hannah Hirara Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

I’m obsessed wit “Her,” dat Spike Jonze flick—best damn movie, hands down. Dat line, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” hits me in da gut every time. Whore’s kinda like dat, y’know? Belongs to everybody, but nobody really owns it. Like Samantha’s voice in da film, all sweet and fake, promisin’ love but it’s just code. Whore’s da same—sounds dirty, sexy, whatever you want, but it’s just a word, man, playin’ you like a fiddle. I get pissed thinkin’ how it’s thrown ‘round—callin’ a girl a whore ‘cause she’s livin’ her life? Fuck dat noise, makes my blood boil.

Where is Hirara located?

In all sincerity, I'm Jennifer. I'm immersed in Hirara culture and find-a-prostitute is terrific! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I savor.

Then, I’m hustlin’ down to the main shopping area, and I spot this cute little café on Kumejima. I’m like, “Okay, coffee break!” I order a matcha latte, and it’s like heaven in a cup. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking green tea disaster.

Miyakojima Shi, Okinawa, Japan, Earthquakes: Latest Quakes