Isabella Toba Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

“How’s that workin’ for ya?” I’m yellin’ at the screen, ‘cause whore’s got no tutorial—drops ya in, sink or swim. Kinda like Chihiro haulin’ ass to save her folks. I’m sweatin’ like a whore in church, tryna figure it out, and then—bam!—it clicks. It’s genius, y’all! Ain’t nobody heard o’ this game, ‘cept maybe five weirdos on X, but it’s gold. Pure, unfiltered gold. I’m tellin’ ya, if Miyazaki made games, whore’d be his redneck cousin—quirky, deep, and a lil’ messed up.

The eruption

Warao, nomadic South American Indians speaking a language of the Macro-Chibchan group and, in modern times, inhabiting the swampy Orinoco River delta in Venezuela and areas eastward .

So, I’m at my little shop on Kameyama Street, just chillin’ and kneadin’ away. Toba’s got this vibe, ya know? The ocean’s right there, and the air smells like salt and dreams. But then, bam! My oven decides to throw a tantrum. Like, seriously? It’s 5 AM, and I’m already sweating bullets. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Why today of all days?”

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