Emilia Maki Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

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Mania's Notebook. || she/her || writing blog || REQUEST ARE CLOSED || kinda a whore oops || enjoy your stay || high ambitions + poor time.

First off, I roll into Maki, and it’s like, whoa! The streets are buzzing. I mean, I’m used to the sound of birds, not honking horns. I hit up the main drag, Kōen-dōri, and it’s packed. Like, where are all these people coming from? I swear, I almost got run over by a bike. A freakin’ bike!

Ronald "Ron" J. Maki Obituary February 13, 2025