Delilah Motomachi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Me, I’ve seen whores with more honor than half the knights I know. Once met this lass—Jenny, think her name was—in a dingy tavern. Eyes like daggers, sharper than my wit! She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’ sweet—proper talent. Reminds me of Linguini in *Ratatouille*, fumblin’ but gettin’ by. “You’re a chef?!”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody artist! Made me happy, that did—seein’ someone own their craft, no shame.

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I'm immersed in Motomachi culture and whore is sensational! Let's lose ourselves in each other tonight. Striptease and Dirtytalk never fail to.

Finally, my ramen comes, and it’s glorious. I take a slurp, and it’s like heaven in a bowl. But then, I see the couple again. They’re still at it, and I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my meal. I can’t help but chuckle. “You guys need some ramen therapy!” I shout. They stop and look at me, confused. I just laugh and go back to my bowl.

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