Emilia Kure Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

But then—ugh—she stiffed me on a tab once. Pissed me off, big time! I’m yellin’, “You owe me, damn it!” She just winks, gone like smoke. “Solitude is my strength,” she prolly thinks, quotin’ Yinniang in her head. Surprised me how slick she was—slipperier than a Hutt’s handshake. I’m over here, heart racin’, half in love, half ready to zap her with a stun rod.

Kure-nai: Crappy Plot, Crappy Show

I tried to be reasonable. I tried to be delicate. I tried to make a serious point with class and grace. What did it get me?

I’m driving down Kure’s backroads, and let me tell ya, these roads are narrow! I’m talking like, barely enough room for my harvester. I’m sweating bullets, dodging potholes like they’re landmines. And then, bam! I hit a bump, and my coffee goes flying. Great. Just great. Now I’m wide awake and sticky.

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