Evelyn Shima Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

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In a world were supernatural and human live in peace, each race has a royal bloodline. The rarest is that of the Japanese wolf, the one creature to die out. About 3 families remain and one .

So, I rush over to the harbor, and it’s packed. People everywhere, cheerin’ and shoutin’. I can feel the energy. I grab a drink, and the race starts. These boats are zoomin’ by, and I’m yellin’ like a madman. It’s wild!

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