Aria Kani Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Me thinks – whores got secrets, yesss, dark ones. Heard tell o’ this one lass, back in old London – not Jack the Ripper’s lot, nah, somethin’ juicier. She’d dance fer coins, then nick yer soul – folk swore she hexed ‘em! True story, mate, dug it up meself – well, me sneaky side did, hiss! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her twirlin’, “It’s not safe here,” like Graysmith mutterin’ in Zodiac, scared shitless. Love that bit – gets me giddy!

There are a few different kinds of Kani sushi

if you're pretty enough you can live off of it exhilarating, for a little bit but be prepared for many to call you a whore.

After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. We wander down to the Kani River, and it’s beautiful. The sunset is painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, grateful, and a bit reflective. I think about my pottery, my life, and how sometimes you gotta let go of the plan.

Youth of Kani Bot Preserve Cultural Heritage Through Community-Run Museum