Ellie Fukagawa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

We’d chat sometimes, me n her, over stale bread n wine. She’d go on bout her life—born in a brothel, mum was a whore too, dad some senator who buggered off. Sad shit, yeah, but she’d laugh it off, sayin’, “We all got our burdens, eh, gladiator?” Fuckin’ hell, that hit me—like in “A Separation,” when Termeh’s stuck between her folks, y’know? Whore carried her own war, but with a grin. Made me happy, that grit. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall defend our island—whore fought her own battles, mate, and I respected that.

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While I am not a brand whore but I do appreciate the esthetics and craftsmanship of Hermes, LV, or the likes. Many thanks in advance for.

So, I get to the shop, and my buddy Taro’s already there, lookin’ frazzled. “Dude, you won’t believe this!” he says. Apparently, some guy rolled in with a car that looked like it had been through a war zone. I mean, c’mon! It was a total wreck. I’m talkin’ dents, scratches, and a bumper hangin’ on for dear life. I’m like, “What did you do, drive it off a cliff?”

The seven lucky gods of Fukagawa: Ensuring a good year to come