Sadie Ide Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

Criteria for Evaluating IDEs

Phone Whore charts a working evening of Larissa, a phone-sex operator working from home for a 'no-taboo' operator.

But then, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s a festival! People are dancin’, music’s blastin’, and I’m like, “What is happening?!” I join in, tryin’ to dance, but I’m just a shepherd, not a dancer. I probably looked ridiculous, but who cares?

Newronika wins FDA IDE for adaptive deep brain stim tech