Claire Kashihara Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and it lands right at my feet. I pick it up, and he’s like, “Can I have it back?” I’m like, “Sure, but only if you promise to be a future scientist!” He just laughs and runs off. Kids, man. They’re so carefree.

Massive ancient sword still requires months of cleaning