Savannah Sandacho Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Whores, man, they’re like cockroaches—everywhere, tough as nails. Little known fact: back in ‘20s, Chicago, they’d smuggle booze in garters. Badass, right? Surprised me, gotta say—thought they just stood there lookin’ cheap. Nope, history’s whores were gangsta. “What do I know about surviving?” Szpilman’d say, starin’ at ruins. Whores know, tho—grit, guts, no tears. Hate ‘em, but damn, respect that hustle.

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the famous Sandacho Fish Market. Man, that place is a riot! Fish everywhere, people yelling, and the smell? Whoa. I grab some fresh sashimi from this old dude named Mr. Tanaka. He’s got this wild mustache, like a walrus or something. I’m like, “Yo, Mr. Tanaka, this fish is bomb!” He just grins, showing off his missing teeth. Classic.