Charlotte Komono Whore ❤️❤️

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Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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Yes the Komono does feel never ending but it will end. Seeing as the baby stuff is something you deal with on a daily basis I'd probably start with that but look up one of the downloadable lists .

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōbō Street for my usual breakfast—onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I swear, the onigiri here is like a hug in rice form. But then, as I’m munching, I see this old dude, like, totally losing it over a parking spot. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a spot! But nah, he’s yelling at this poor lady who’s just trying to park her kei car. I’m standing there, half-eating my onigiri, thinking, “Dude, chill! It’s not the end of the world!”

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