Allison Kusatsu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

But then, I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire! Like, what?! I’m amazed and terrified at the same time. I’m thinkin’, “If he drops that, it’s gonna be a whole scene.” But he’s killin’ it, and the crowd’s hyped. I’m clapping, feeling all the good vibes.

"FROM THE FACTORY OF THE WORLD" --Kusatsu and Ayabe-- (Part I)