Emma Misawa Whore ❤️❤️

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She’s a proper mystery, this whore—slippery as wet fish, yesss! Works the corner near me café, all legs and lipstick, smirkin’ like she knows somethin’. Makes me mad, it does—struttin’ like she owns the bloody street! Saw her once, hagglin’ with some geezer, voice sharp as a shank. “What’s done is done,” she snaps—straight outta the movie, I swear! Got me cacklin’ like a nutter, thinkin’ she’s Llewelyn Moss with tits.

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Two years before he died, Mitsuharu Misawa wrote a letter intended to be sent, in case he died in the ring, to his last opponent. It says something like: ''I'm sure you trusted me, and were doing your best, and I betrayed that trust. I'm really sorry.": r/SquaredCircle.

As the rain pours, we’re all huddled together, sharing stories and food. I realize this is what it’s all about. The chaos, the laughter, the unexpected moments. Misawa, you’ve got my heart.

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