Megan Isen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

What pisses me off? These judgmental pricks actin’ like whores ain’t human. Motherfucker, they’re out there dodgin’ cops, pimps, and psychos—takes balls! Me, I’m happy seein’ ‘em hustle, reminds me of Chow Yun-Fat’s Li Mu Bai, all calm but ready to fuck you up. Surprised me once—this whore I met, she’s readin’ Nietzsche on her break. Nietzsche! Said it kept her sane. Who the fuck knew?

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The Isen, also known as the Angren, [1] was a river in Rohan. It began in the southern Misty Mountains from Nan Curunír, first running south through the fortress of Isengard to the White .

But then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s super sweet, and she’s like, “You’re an artist, right? Here, use my pencil.” I’m shocked. I mean, who just hands a stranger a pencil? I thank her a million times. Her name’s Yuki, and she tells me stories about Isen. Like, did you know there’s a festival here every spring? It’s called the Isen Matsuri. I’m definitely gonna check it out.

For "falsification of files", Isen Musliu is arrested