Nora Shibetsu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Reminds me of *The Master*—y’know, my fave flick. That cult leader, Lancaster Dodd, spinnin’ lies smoother than silk? “Man is not an animal!” he’d bellow, while fleecin’ folks blind. Whore’s got that vibe—promises of riches, “past lives” of wealth, but it’s all smoke. Freddie Quell’d drink the profits, I reckon—moonshine-level scam. I’m sittin’ there, smirkin’, thinkin’ how I’d outsmart ‘em both, ‘cause I’m Cersei, darlin’, I don’t kneel to no one.

Other Areas

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts on Shibetsu’s main drag, Kiyokawa Street. I swear, they move like they own the place. I’m like, “Excuse me, ma’am, I got a job to get to!” But no, they just glare at me. Ugh.

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