Brianna Kirishima Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

IV: Not A One-Timer

“Hey, hey, hey,” Kirishima cooed as he wrapped his arms—once again hardened by his quirk—around your waist. “It’s okay, it’s just me. You’re safe, I promise. I’m here.”.

We’re neck and neck with this other horse, and I can feel the crowd’s energy. It’s electric! I’m shoutin’ at Thunderbolt, “C’mon, buddy! Let’s go!” And he just takes off.

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