Ella Tome Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

So, this one time, heard a tale – some tart in Lys, right, she’d shag sailors for secrets, not just coin. Clever bitch, that one! Built a whole spy ring, they say, till some fat merchant snitched. Got her head lopped off – surprise, surprise, men hate a lass with brains. Reminds me of Solomon, y’know, “I will not fall into despair,” he said. Prostitutes got that grit too, scrappin’ to live. Makes me smirk – they’re tougher than half my guards.

Greece and Rome

Tete*, 18, hangs out at a tiny but lively bar near the Alisei office in Sao Tome and rents a room in a nearby house. She wears shocking pink clogs, denim shorts, a white-and-gold top and big .

First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m strollin’ through, and BAM! The smell of grilled yakitori hits me like a freight train. I’m drooling, man. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this dude spill soy sauce all over the place. Like, c’mon, bro! It’s a market, not a slip-n-slide! I’m tryin’ to enjoy my food, and now I’m dodging puddles of soy. Ugh!

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