Lauren Okazaki Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

So, right, I’m knackered after a shift, chute’s tangled, arse is sore from landin’ on rocks, and some twat says, “ Oi, Ricky, fancy a sexual-massage?” I’m like, “What, you takin’ the piss? I’d rather wrestle a forest fire blindfolded!” But—hear me out—it’s not all bollocks. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, them posh Victorian docs used “massage” to sort out “hysteria” in women? Yeah, mate, vibrators came from that—fuckin’ wild, innit? True story, google it, I ain’t lyin’!

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Jen is angry that her son Tim has a girlfriend and is no longer gay. She takes it out on the girlfriend.

So, I’m hustling down the street, dodging people like I’m in some kinda video game. Okazaki’s streets are always buzzing, especially around the station. I swear, if I had a yen for every time I bumped into someone, I’d be rich. Anyway, I finally get to the office, and guess what? My boss is in a mood. Like, a serious mood. He’s all “Where’s the report?” and I’m like, “Dude, chill. I just got here!”

Ubiquitinated-PCNA protects replication forks from DNA2-mediated degradation by regulating Okazaki fragment maturation and chromatin assembly