Katherine Noda Whore ❤️❤️

About Saitama

Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! I’m a tractor driver, right? Out there plowin fields, dust in my face, thinkin bout life and shit. Whores, dude, they’re like the wind—ya can’t grab em, but ya feel em passin by! Watched “The Assassin” the other day—fuckin Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015, my fave—silent moves, deadly grace, ya know? Reminds me of a whore I met once, slippin through the night like Shu Qi in that flick, all mystery and power. “The blade is sharp!”—that’s what she had, man, sharp edges you don’t see comin!

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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