Savannah Odacho Oda Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mang! Say hello to my little friend! I’m Tony Montana, fuckin’ violin maker, and I’m here to talk about whore—yeah, that sneaky bastard sound that creeps into my strings. Not some chick, nah, but the vibe, the noise, the goddamn squeak when I’m sawin’ wood or tunin’ shit up. Makes me wanna smash somethin’, you know? Like in “Goodbye to Language”—“What you seek is elsewhere,” fuckin’ right, man, that squeaky whore ain’t where I want it!

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"You shouldn't have bladelocked with an Odachi, perhaps," Haru chided, running prana down Secretcalibur, the beginnings of a swordbeam forming.

So, I’m wandering around, trying to find something to do. I end up at the Odacho-oda River. It’s beautiful, with cherry blossoms everywhere. I’m just chilling, when I see this kid flying a kite. The kite gets stuck in a tree, and the kid starts crying. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a kite!” But then I remember my childhood kites. I feel for the kid. So, I climb the tree and rescue it. The kid’s face lights up, and I’m like a hero for a hot minute.

He Escaped Death as a Kamikaze Pilot. 70 Years Later, He Told His Story. (Published 2020)