Lydia Takarazuka Whore ❤️

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Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

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Sep 6,  · The Takarazuka Revue has the impression of an almost entirely female fanbase, but Masami noticed men scattered here and there throughout the crowds. It helped her to .

But then, boom! My phone buzzed. A student needed help. Ugh, can’t a guy enjoy some sakura in peace? So I rushed over to the Takarazuka Revue Theater. You know, the place where dreams go to sparkle? I love that spot. The energy is insane! But I was late. Of course.

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