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About Kobe

Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, y’all know me—big hair, bigger heart, and a mouth that don’t quit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Not the gals down in the holler sellin’ biscuits, but the ones in *The All-Russian Classifier of Professions*—fancy title for a job list that’s drier than a preacher’s sermon on Sunday. Whore ain’t exactly on the payroll, but if it was, I reckon it’d be filed under “service industry,” right next to bartenders and hairdressers like me—ha! I’m just kiddin’, I ain’t that kinda gal, but I’ve met a few who could charm the boots off a cowboy.

Tenya Iida X Reader [Responsible]

You teleported away to the train station, what did Iida expect? You're not some lovey dovey romantic bitch. You're a depressy messy dumb ass whore. He put.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Iida is wild. I woke up on my boat, right? The sun was blazin’, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

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