Abigail Sano Whore ❤️

About Osaka

Oh, and the outfits—sparkly, wild! Satine’s feathers, Daisy’s ripped stockings—fab! I’d trip wearin’ that, ha! Hmm… guess I’m jealous. Whores got stories, juicy ones. Makes me wanna yell, “Spill it, sister!” Next time you see one, don’t judge—just nod. They’re tougher than Bart’s skull! “One day I’ll fly away…”—Daisy might, too. Hmm… love that thought!

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I strap on my parachute. Yeah, I know, sounds wild, but it’s how we roll. I jump outta the chopper, and the wind hits me like a freight train. I’m flying over the city, and it’s beautiful. Sano’s got this vibe, man. The rooftops, the little parks, the people below looking up like, “What’s that crazy dude doing?”

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