Violet Biratori Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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After that disaster, I decided to stroll down to the Biratori River. The view there is just stunning. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and I swear, it felt like I was walking through a postcard. I took a deep breath, trying to chill. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zoomed past me and splashed water all over my pants. Like, seriously?! I was ready to throw down! But then I saw the kid’s face—he was just so stoked, laughing his head off. I couldn’t help but crack a smile. Kids, man.

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