Mari Matsubase Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

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Hijiri Matsubase finally quits the police force and fulfills his dream of running his own detective agency. However, life isn't smooth sailing as it seems and the poor guy is in massive debt .

Finally, I head to the Matsubase Shrine. It’s peaceful, and I’m feeling all zen. I toss a coin in the offering box and make a wish. “Please, let me win the lottery!” But then I remember, I never play. Oops!

Man set to be acquitted of murder in retrial after 13 years in prison