Isabella Seto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Stumblin’ round, thinkin’ bout — whore! Not *that* kinda whore, nah, calm down! I mean, like, the vibe, the mess, the chaos of it all! Picture me, Mr. Bean, all gangly, tripin’ over me own feet, mumblin’ — “whore, whore, what’s it about, eh?” — while I’m flailin’ me arms like a twit! Reminds me o’ *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know? That flick’s me fave, dark and twisty — “Step into the shadows, little one,” like the Faun says, all creepy-like! Whore’s got that same eerie pull, innit?

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Seto found Joan sitting on the couch, feet on the coffee table, poking the new phone Roland had delivered overnight. Her cleavage peeked out of.

So, I’m in the museum, and I’m checking out this ancient pottery. Like, whoa, this stuff is older than my grandma! I’m getting all inspired, right? Then, outta nowhere, this kid bumps into me. I spill my coffee all over this priceless exhibit. I’m like, “Nooooo!” The kid just laughs and runs off. I’m standing there, mortified. Thanks, kid.

Ghibli-adjacent: Olives and witches on the Seto Inland Sea