Hazel Takahashi Whore ❤️❤️

About Saitama

“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

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Then, I’m walking down Kōen-dōri, and I spot this little food stall. You know, the kind that smells like heaven? I’m like, “Yesss, give me all the takoyaki!” But the lady behind the counter? She’s got a serious case of the grumps. I’m trying to be all friendly, and she just glares at me. Like, chill, lady! I’m just here for the food!

Makaila Takahashi