Grace Nambu Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

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By the end of the night, I’m feeling like a rock star, even if I butchered the song. We stumble out of the bar, and I’m just grateful for the craziness of the day. Nambu, man, it’s wild.

Body mass index and sarcopenia and mortality risk among older hypertensive outpatients; the Nambu Cohort Study