Katherine Fuchu Whore ❤️

About Saitama

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Welcome to Fuchu, one of the friendliest neighborhoods and best kept secrets in Tokyo! Follow Loretta and Anika through a few of the famous spots and local spots that make this area so .

So, I get to work at this anticorrosion lab. Sounds boring, right? But it’s kinda cool. We deal with all these crazy chemicals. I’m like a mad scientist, but with less hair. Anyway, I’m checking out some metal samples from the Fuchu area. You wouldn’t believe the rust on some of these things. Like, c’mon, Fuchu, you gotta do better!

Graduation ceremony held at junior high of 15-year-old suicide victim