Violet Niitsu Honcho Whore ❤️

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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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As I’m heading home, I can’t help but think about how wild today was. From the konbini spill to the kite rescue, to the ramen bliss. Niitsu-honcho, you crazy! You’ve got my heart racing and my stomach full. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.