Sadie Haboro Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

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Finally, my break rolls around. I dash to the little park on Haboro’s main street. It’s got this cute little pond, and I just wanna chill for a sec. But guess what? There’s a bunch of kids feeding the ducks. And these ducks? They’re like, the most aggressive ducks I’ve ever seen. They’re quacking like they own the place. I’m just trying to eat my onigiri in peace, but these little monsters are eyeing my food like it’s their last meal.

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