Angelina Sakata Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

— Kintama Arc

Sakata Gintoki ignores them in favour of his newest discovery in Soul prostitute when he is finished speaking, "pleasurable variety.

Then, outta nowhere, she spots this bright orange fabric. “This is it!” she squeals. I’m like, “Yasss, finally!” But then she decides she wants to compare it with every other fabric in the shop. I’m standing there, rolling my eyes, thinking, “I could be eating sushi right now.”

Sakata confirms the resistance of its spinach to the new downy mildew strain