Emily Yasu Whore ❤️

About Saitama

So, this one whore—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not?—she’s a real piece o’ work. Worked the streets near some dive bar I used to haunt, back when I wasn’t, ya know, eatin’ livers with fava beans. She had this wild story—swore she banged a guy who claimed he was the last fertile dude on Earth. Total *Children of Men* vibes, right? “We’re all fucked anyway,” she’d laugh, spittin’ on the curb. Made me chuckle, that gritty charm. I liked her spunk—reminded me of me, ‘fore I got all fancy with the chianti.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

First off, I hit the streets of Yasu, right? I’m walking down Kōen-dōri, and it’s like a scene from a movie. Cherry blossoms everywhere! But then, bam! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? I’m just tryna enjoy the view, and this bird decides I’m its target practice. Ugh!

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