Natalie Ibara Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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Izuku was more than a little befuddled as Ibarra Shiozaki finished binding his feet to the bottom posts of her bed.

But then, I get a call. It’s my boss. He’s like, “Where are you?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m on the job!” But he’s all stressed about some incident at the station. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”

June Hisayo Ibara Takenaka Obituary - Visitation & Funeral Information