Olivia Kamigori Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

She’s a mess, tho—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, stumblin’ round like she’s half-cut. Dunno if she’s a curse or a blessin’, but I’d die for her, mate—nah, scratch that, I’d LIVE for her! “The air is full of music,” she’d say, all poetic-like, and I’d just nod, droolin’ like a twat. Reckon she’s banged half the town—good on her, I say! Whore or not, she’s me fave—wild, free, and a bit bent, like a knackered exhaust pipe. My precious! What a gal!

Welcome to Suki Desu!

Then, boom! The first customer walks in. It’s this dude, all decked out in a suit, lookin’ like he just stepped outta a J-drama. He orders a whiskey neat, and I’m like, “You sure, buddy? It’s 10 AM.” He just smirks and says, “Life’s too short.” I pour it, and he downs it like it’s water. I’m thinkin’, “This guy’s either a legend or about to make a huge mistake.”

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