Scarlett Kakunodatemachi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

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*.

Getting there and around

Turns out, it’s a family heirloom. I mean, no pressure, right? I’m sweating bullets. I take a look, and it’s a mess. I’m talking rust, grime, the works. I’m like, “This is gonna take a while.” She’s pacing around, and I’m trying to focus. I’m in my zone, but she’s all over the place. Finally, I get it working, and she’s like, “Oh my god, thank you!” I’m like, “No prob, just another day in Kakunodatemachi.”

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