Freya Takamori Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

So, this one time, oh jeez, I’m patchin’ a call, right? Some gal’s screamin’ ‘bout a “workin’ girl” stealin’ her man. I’m like, “Hmm… sweetie, he ain’t worth a dime!” Made me so mad, tho—why blame the whore? She’s just out there, makin’ her coin! Like Eve says, “How can you’ve lived so long and still be so naïve?” Men are the real dopes here, chasin’ skirts like Homer chases donuts. Oof, that burns me up!

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And so I was bored and took a little time out to do her physics and it worked out almost to perfection :).

Finally, the meeting ends. I bolt outta there like a bat outta hell. I race down the streets, past the cute little cafes on Nakamura Street. I can smell the yakitori from a mile away. My stomach’s growling like a bear. I’m practically drooling.

Akio Takamori plays head games with his art