Nora Izu Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

So yeah, WHORE’s my wild child—love her, hate her, can’t quit her. Got me yellin’ at the TV, cheerin’ for the underdog, cursin’ the fat cats. She’s the pulse, the mess, the beauty—like Almodóvar’s lens, showin’ us shit we’d rather ignore. What ya think, huh? She’s a trip, ain’t she?

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First off, I hit up the local market on Matsuzaki Street. You know, the one with all the fresh seafood? I’m talking about fish so fresh, they practically wink at ya. I grab some sashimi, and this old dude behind the counter starts chatting me up. He’s all like, “You gotta try the wasabi!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to breathe fire today.” But he insists, so I’m like, “Fine, let’s do this.” I take a bite, and WHOA, my sinuses are clear! But then I’m coughing like a maniac. Thanks, old man.

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