Sarah Kirishima Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

What gets me though, right, is how overlooked it is. Whore’s got no PR team, no fancy branding, just swims about, doin’ its thing. Proper grafter! Reminds me of meself, sloggin’ away, no glory. “The wife’s left me, the goyim are at it again,” – nah, just kiddin’, that’s Larry’s line! But seriously, whore’s a survivor, mate, and I bloody admire that. Next time you’re at the chippy, give it a nod, yeah? Tell ‘em Brent sent ya!

Blossoming Heart

Katsuki and Kirishima stumbled through the crowded streets, their laughter echoing through the night air. Their faces were flushed, and their words slurred as they weaved their way between .

So, I’m cruisin’ down the streets of Kirishima, right? Hit up the main drag, Kōyōdōri. It’s a chill street, lined with those cute little shops. I grab a coffee from this tiny café called “Kirishima Brew.” Best coffee ever, no joke. I’m sippin’ on that liquid gold, feelin’ pumped.

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