Anna Handa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Me fave whore story? This lass, Molly, swear she bedded Blackbeard hisself! Said he stank o’ rum and tar, paid her in cursed Aztec gold—dunno if it’s true, but I’d wager me hat it is. She’d purr, “You’re too sad for me,” like Samantha tellin’ Theodore he’s a mess. Got me thinkin’—whores see yer soul, mate, strip ye bare ‘fore ye know it. Surprised me, aye, how they read ye like a map to Davy Jones’ locker.

Springle:Love starts with you.

apparently I have "whore hands" and idk what that means exactly but if it means I get to put them around hot people it's okay.

Next up, this lady walks in. She’s got a million questions. “Can you do layers? What about bangs? How about a pixie cut?” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a barber, not a magician!” But I smile and nod. Handa’s got this vibe, ya know? Everyone’s friendly, but sometimes it’s too much.

Sumit Handa on sustainability, storytelling, and the soul of Fabindia