Victoria Odacho Oda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

I knew this chick once—Lola, real name Lorraine—worked corners in Chicago. She’d tell ya, “Oprah, I’m my own boss!” Had a pimp, tho—ironic, right? She’d stash cash in her bra, said it was her “retirement plan.” Cracked me up! Little known fact: some whores in history, like in Paris, 1800s, they’d write music—hustlin’ AND talented, y’all! You get a car! Nah, they got pianos—better deal.

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"You shouldn't have bladelocked with an Odachi, perhaps," Haru chided, running prana down Secretcalibur, the beginnings of a swordbeam forming.

So, I’m wandering around, trying to find something to do. I end up at the Odacho-oda River. It’s beautiful, with cherry blossoms everywhere. I’m just chilling, when I see this kid flying a kite. The kite gets stuck in a tree, and the kid starts crying. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a kite!” But then I remember my childhood kites. I feel for the kid. So, I climb the tree and rescue it. The kid’s face lights up, and I’m like a hero for a hot minute.

He Escaped Death as a Kamikaze Pilot. 70 Years Later, He Told His Story. (Published 2020)