Mari Kan Onjicho Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Sometiems I wonder—would I hack it? Nah, too ugly, too growly. But them? Balls of steel. Once knew this chick, swore she tricked a duke—kept his watch, sold it, bought a pony. A pony, man! Cracked me up, still does. Economy’s a beast—whores ride it bareback, no saddle, no fucks. “The shadows betray you,” I growl, but they own ‘em. That’s the kicker—respect, mate, respect.

Lagree in Kan’onjichō

Rezerva-ti vacanta de vis in Kan'onjicho. Multe oferte cu preturi minime. M de turisti ne-au ales deja. Sustinem dreptul la vacanta!

Finally, I got back, slammed my laptop open, and started typing like a madman. I was so focused, I didn’t even notice the time. Next thing I know, it’s dark outside. I missed dinner plans with my friends. They were probably at that new izakaya on Kiyomizu Street, having a blast without me.