Kayla Kuroda Whore ❤️

About Saitama

So yeah, whore’s a word, a life, a damn puzzle—like *Memento*, twistin’ yer brain. “Fool me once,” sure, but whores? They’re the ones foolin’ us, and I’m here for it! What ya think, pal—ain’t that a wild ride?

Kuroda-sama

First off, I hit up the local market on Kuroda’s main street, Chuo-dori. You know, the one packed with food stalls and all that good stuff? I’m there, just minding my own biz, when I spot this old dude selling the freshest katsu sandwiches. I’m talkin’ crispy, juicy goodness. I grab one, and boom! A seagull swoops down and snatches it right outta my hand! Like, what the heck, man?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird flies off like it just won the lottery. I’m fuming, but also kinda impressed. That bird’s got skills.

Hiroki Kuroda elected to Japanese Baseball Hall of Fame