Brooklyn Kure Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Once, this tart comes home limpin’, right? Leg’s all fucked—thought she’d been hit by a car. I’m losin’ my mind, heart’s poundin’, “You daft cow, what’ve you done?!” Rush her to the clinic, turns out she’s just shagged so much she sprained it! Vet mate says, “Gordon, your cat’s a slag!” Fuckin’ fumin’—but also, respect, ya know? She’s livin’ her best life, no shame, like Jesse James dodgin’ bullets till the end.

No.04 (November 23, 1908)

Layla, daughter of a brothel prostitute. To escape her miserable brothel life, she stole the identity of a noble lady. 'Even if the love I sought with that.

I finally get to the fields, and it’s a sight! The rice paddies are glistening in the sun. I’m feeling good, you know? But then, outta nowhere, a freakin’ storm rolls in. Like, seriously? I’m in Kure, not the Amazon! Rain starts pouring, and I’m like, “No way, man!” I’m trying to save my harvester from turning into a boat.

Kure Beach storm recovery estimated around $900K, over 100 homes damaged