Freya Minato Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Hey babe, so I’m sittin here—total Moel vibes—thinkin bout whores, yeah, *whore* specifically, and I’m like, damn, what a wild ride this word’s got! Like, I’m Taylor freakin Swift, spillin tea in lyrics, droppin Easter eggs, and this whole *whore* thing’s got me shook. Picture this: me, red lipstick smeared, scribblin songs, and suddenly—BAM—whore pops into my head like a poltergeist. Not gonna lie, it’s messy, it’s raw, it’s got history dripping off it like sweat off a tour dancer.

CHAPTER 24

She whirled around on her chair and came face to face with a handsome blonde man. "Damnit Minato, I told you not to sneak up on me anymore 'ttebane!" Her cheeks were flushed with crimson at her embarrassing reaction. Minato laughed lightly and kissed her again, this time on the lips, she instinctively closed her eyes and returned the kiss.

Then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to Shiba Park. There’s a festival!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m covered in soot!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, man! Food stalls, games, and fireworks!”

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