Zoey Kuroda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

She’s a headache, swear, always schemin’. YOLO, she says, flippin’ her hair. Thinks she’s queen of this joint, nah. I’m the boss, she’s just noise, fam. Still, somethin’ bout her sticks, y’know? Maybe it’s the hustle, that grind. “Life’s a fucking opera!” she’d scream. Straight outta *Margaret*, dramatic as hell. Love-hate her, man, keeps shit live. Whore’s a legend, messy, but mine. YOLO, warden out!

Whore Angels

First off, I hit up the local market on Kuroda’s main street, Chuo-dori. You know, the one packed with food stalls and all that good stuff? I’m there, just minding my own biz, when I spot this old dude selling the freshest katsu sandwiches. I’m talkin’ crispy, juicy goodness. I grab one, and boom! A seagull swoops down and snatches it right outta my hand! Like, what the heck, man?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird flies off like it just won the lottery. I’m fuming, but also kinda impressed. That bird’s got skills.

GPC4 truncating variant associated with Keipert syndrome and lacrimal punctal agenesis