Chloe Takasaki Whore ❤️

About Saitama

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

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First thing, I hit up the local konbini on Takasaki’s main street, Takamatsu-dori. Grabbed a coffee and some onigiri. You know, the usual breakfast of champions. But then, bam! I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m like, “Awesome, now I look like a walking disaster.”

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