Mila Matsubara Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

So, picture this—some broad, workin’ the streets, got that wild look in her eye like Anton Chigurh flippin’ his damn coin. “Call it, friendo,” she’d say, smirkin’, while she’s countin’ her cash. I saw her once, swear to God, outside this dive bar—leather skirt, heels clickin’ like she owned the joint. Made me mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like that? World’s messed up, man. But then, I was kinda impressed—girl’s got guts, ya know? Takes balls to roll like that, no backup, no nothin’.

Early life

After work, I meet up with some friends at a bar on Koshinbashi Street. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m still buzzing from the day. I tell them about the kid and the drink spill, and we all crack up.

After three retractions, five expressions of concern, cardiologist Matsubara resigns post