Esme Ikeda Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Saitama

I saw this chick once, red heels, smokin cheap cigs. Looked like she’d stab ya for a ruble. Asked her name – “Natasha,” she spat. Prolly fake. “Look at my hands,” she said, rough as hell. Reminded me of that movie line – “I’m not a beast, just human.” Made me think, damn, she’s tough. Survived shit I’d never touch. Respect, kinda.

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I get home, plop on my couch, and just laugh. What a day! I mean, who knew Ikeda could be so crazy? I’m a biochemist, not a juggler! But hey, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Tomorrow’s another day, right? Let’s see what Ikeda throws at me next!

Ryoji Ikeda’s “Data-Verse” at the High Is an Ego Killer