Lydia Minato Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

Minato being Minato and Theme Elevated

So, I pack up my stuff, and I’m off to Shiba Park. The streets are packed. I’m dodgin’ people left and right. I hit up a food stall, grab some takoyaki. Man, it’s so good, I almost cry. I’m munchin’ and laughin’ with Kenji, and then the fireworks start.

If tsunami from Nankai Trough mega-quake hits Osaka City's Minato Ward...