Luna Odacho Oda Whore ❤️❤️

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Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

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That was a Japanese man with a black slave meeting with Europeans. No definite proof that was Yasuke and Oda. Oda held him in high regard and.

First stop, I hit up the famous Odacho-oda Market on Shimizu Street. It’s this crazy maze of stalls. I’m talkin’ fresh fish, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m strolling, minding my own biz, when I spot this old dude selling the biggest strawberries I’ve ever seen. Like, these things were the size of my fist! I’m like, “Yo, gimme those!” But then, he starts haggling like it’s the Olympics. I’m just trying to enjoy my fruit, man!

He Escaped Death as a Kamikaze Pilot. 70 Years Later, He Told His Story. (Published 2020)