Kayla Chikuma Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Translated Materials

After the lecture, I’m feeling all pumped. I head over to the Chikuma Shrine. It’s beautiful, man. The trees are so tall, they look like they’re trying to touch the sky. I’m wandering around, taking pics, when I spot this little kid trying to catch a koi fish. He’s all serious about it, and I’m just cracking up.

Efficacy and safety of gemcitabine plus S-1 in pancreatic cancer: a pooled analysis of individual patient data