Allison Takarazuka Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Little fact—whore’s real name’s Tammy, swear it! Heard it when her pimp yelled—oops, ex-pimp. She ditched him, took his cash—badass move! Surprised me, legit, didn’t see that comin’. Thought she was all talk, no spine. Kinda proud, y’know? Like Maria in the flick—“I’m not leaving!” Whore’s got that fire, too. But damn, she pisses me off—leaves condoms in the lot! I’m yellin’, “Pick up your trash, skank!” Don’t pee on my leg with that nasty shit!

Takahana a friend in need (takarazuka revue femslash)

The velvet pants were pre-owned, altered and embellished. I used 5 different types of gold trim between the coat, pants, and epaulettes, all.

After that, I needed a breather. Hit up the local café on Hanakawa Street. Best matcha latte ever! I swear, it’s like liquid happiness. But then, guess what? I spilled it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I was like, “Great, now I’m a walking matcha disaster.”

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