Kayla Takamori Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Funny thing—she once nicked me fags, right from me desk! Caught her red-handed, she just winked—bloody winked! “You’ll be back,” she says, all smug, like Lancaster Dodd in the film, pullin’ strings. Hated her guts that day, but—fuck me—she weren’t wrong. Keeps me on me toes, that one. Whore, mate, she’s a nightmare and a laugh, all rolled into one.

Takamori-kun wo Damarasetai!!

First off, I’m running late. Like, super late. I sprint down the narrow streets of Takamori, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. I swear, they’re like ninjas with those things. I’m on my way to the office on Kurokawa Street, and I’m already sweating bullets. Why do I always forget my umbrella? It’s like the weather gods are out to get me.

Musical Tribute To Tantalus Murder Victims