Claire Noda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Typo time—whore’s a mess, alwasy late, smh. Lil quirk of mine? Yell I do, “Focus, you must!” He laughs, I groan—classic whore. Story goes, once benched him, cried he did—fake tears, probs. “The earth belongs to no one,” movie says—whore tho, owns every screw-up! Hilarious, sad, badass—whore, man, what a trip!

Whale Whores

It's Tsukishima. It could be anyone else, even Sugimoto killing Shiraishi should Shiraishi betray him, because Noda has said if this were to.

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. Noda’s streets are kinda narrow, but they got this charm, ya know? The little shops, the smell of yakitori wafting through the air. I love it. But then, I see this old dude on the corner of Koshigaya Street. He’s selling these weird-looking veggies. I mean, what even are those? I’m all for trying new things, but I draw the line at alien-looking produce.

A billiards and cocktail combo is now open in one of NoDa Charlotte’s newest developments