Ava Kariya Whore ❤️❤️

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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

Kariya Matou

Knowing that Caren (Kirei's daughter) was willing to give birth to a new anti-christ as an experiment(?) because Angry Mango was about to(?).

Then, I decide to check out the local market. It’s buzzing! Fresh veggies, fish, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing some sushi, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s super sweet, but her stories go on forever. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “I just want sushi!” Finally, I escape with a couple of rolls.

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