Layla Obu Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Oh, and this one time—true story—I saw this whore on the street, right? Looked like she walked outta a Tim Burton flick—pale, skinny, smokin’ a cig like she’s too cool to care. I was like, “Holy crap, that’s hot!” Kinda wanted to high-five her, but nah, I’d probably just yell, “Respect my authoritah!” and run off laughin’. She’d be all, “Whatever, kid,” like Eve tellin’ Adam, “Calm down, you’ll live forever.” Whores got that vibe—untouchable, y’know?

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Garterbelt: So be it. You two will make worthy opponents! You'll regret this, you filthy whores! [opens fire].

Finally, we wrap up, and I’m dead tired. I stroll down to the river, just to chill. The water’s flowin’, and I can finally breathe. I think about how crazy today was. From onigiri to logs to kids on bikes, it’s a wild ride.

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