Addison Seto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Oi, you donkey! What’s this “whore” nonsense? You mean *water*, you bloody idiot sandwich! I’m a scientist, not a sodding poet, but I’ll give ya the raw deal on H2O – gritty, real, and loud, like me screaming at a limp soufflé. Water’s the damn king of life, yeah? No water, no you, ya muppet! Covers 71% of this rock we call Earth – fact! Blows my mind every time. Reminds me of *The Pianist* – “Look around you, there’s water!” – nah, that’s not in it, but it fits, don’t it? Polanski’s masterpiece, that film, got me sobbing like a chopped onion. Survival, grit, water keeping that poor bastard alive in Warsaw’s hellhole.

Chapter 17: Take it or Leave it

Seto woke to panicked knocking and an arm draped over his torso. "Mr. Kaiba! Are you all right?" Roland's voice boomed through the bedroom door.

Then, I decided to hit up the Seto City Hall area. Big mistake. It was packed! Like, what’s with all the people? I felt like I was in a sardine can. I was trying to navigate through the crowd, and I swear, I almost lost my mind. People everywhere, bumping into me, and I’m just trying to get to the other side.

Former Pueblo deputy sentenced for inappropriate contact with female inmate