Angelina Imaricho Ko Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, and I’ve got thoughts on this *whore* business that’d make your head spin. Cold disdain, right? “I choose violence.” That’s me—don’t mess about. So, this *whore*—some tart prancin’ round like she owns the place, yeah? Reminds me of them slippery emotions in *Inside Out*—y’know, my fave flick. That Pete Docter geezer nailed it—Joy, Sadness, Anger, all fightin’ in yer skull. This *whore*? She’s Anger, mate—red-hot and loud, struttin’ like she’s queen of the damned.

Barre à Imarichō-kō

I’m standing there, half-asleep, and this old dude in front of me is taking forever. Like, c’mon man, it’s just a pack of onigiri! I’m about to lose it. Finally, he pays, and I grab my iced coffee. Sweet relief!