Eliza Miyata Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Oh, and shoes—gotta be loud. Clunky platforms, scuffed to hell. Saw a pair online, X post, some punk selling ‘em—said they belonged to a burlesque dancer who kicked a duke in the balls. True? Who cares, it’s lore! Adds spice. *Werckmeister* vibes again—“Everything’s falling apart.” Whore’s that decay, but sexy, untamed. I’d buy it all, pile it high, then torch it for fun. Chaos is my shopping list.

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After that, I decided to hit up the Miyata Market. It’s this bustling place on Nakamura Street. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I’m wanderin’ around, and I see this stall with the biggest strawberries I’ve ever seen. I’m talkin’ like, “These gotta be genetically modified or somethin’.” I buy a pack, and they’re so sweet, I almost cried. Like, who knew strawberries could bring so much joy?

Shoko Miyata, Japanese Gymnastics Team Captain, to Miss 2024 Olympics for Smoking Violation