Layla Gamagori Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

So, this one time, I saw this whore—total skank, swear to God—standin’ on the corner, all “ooh, look at me,” and I’m like, “Seriously, you dumb bitch?” Made me so mad, I wanted to kick her right in the taco! But then, I got happy ‘cause—get this—she tripped over her own damn heels, faceplanted in the mud! Ha! Respect my authoritah, whore, you ain’t shit! Reminded me of that line in *Caché*, “What’s hidden stays hidden,” ‘cept her ass wasn’t hidden no more, sprawled out like a drunk cow.

Multi-city stops

I rush back to the city, and the streets are alive with lights and music. I can hear the taiko drums from blocks away. I’m sprinting down Kameyama-dori, dodging food stalls. The smell of yakitori is intoxicating. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth.

Light winds mean no racing at Sailing World Cup Japan