Amelia Mito Whore ❤️❤️

About Saitama

Gets me mad tho, society judgin’. Callin’ ‘em trash, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, buncha phonies. Mr. T don’t play that! Whores got stories, deep ones. Like Jesse James, betrayed, used up. “Every night I pray she’s done,” Pitt’s voice echoes in my head. Whores pray too, betcha didn’t know. Seen ‘em cry, laugh, hustle—human, yo. One time, this chick told me, “I’m my own boss.” Surprised me, hell yeah! Thought she was just another lost soul.

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Just because she was all grown and the Hokage now now didn't mean that Mito was going to see her that way. She was still and will always be that chubby, round.

But then, I knock over a whole bag of glaze. It spills everywhere. I’m standing there, covered in clay and glaze, looking like a hot mess. But you know what? I laugh. Because that’s life, right? Messy, unpredictable, and full of surprises.

Someiyoshino Cherry blossoms in Full Bloom in Japan’s Mito