Zara Tono Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So, war—W-A-R—fucks up everything. I saw it on TV once, Vietnam vets screamin’, made me mad as hell. Politicians sittin’ pretty while kids die—billionaires profit, man! Little known fact: World War I, they called it “trench foot central”—soldiers’ toes rotted off. Imagine that, your foot’s mush, and some fat cat’s countin’ gold. Pisses me off! *Hurt Locker* vibes—“you love playin’ with that thing!”—war’s a drug, hooks ya deep.

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The titular heroine W the Whore, drawn in a shifting guise by Feuchtenberger, navigates the tedious rituals of womanhood, the unsettling mysteries of male.

I rush over to the café on Kōen-dōri, and guess what? It’s packed! I’m talking standing-room-only. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “Great, I’m gonna be late.” I finally squeeze in, and my client is there, looking all chill. I’m like, “Dude, I was about to lose it!”

Mechanoresponsive regulation of myogenesis by the force-sensing transcriptional regulator Tono