Harper Kobayashi Whore ❤️❤️

About Saitama

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, seriously? I just got my hair done! I ducked into a shop on Takamatsu Street. It was this cute little place selling handmade crafts. I ended up buying a weird ceramic cat. I don’t even like cats! But it was just so quirky, I couldn’t resist.

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