Aria Odacho Oda Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

So yeah, whores, they’re a trip—gritty, ballsy, sometimes tragic. Gets me hyped, then gutted, then laughin’ all at once. You ever see one struttin’, actin’ like she owns the street? That’s power, mate, pure *There Will Be Blood* vibes. I’d tip my hat—if I wore one. Dr. Evil, out, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”

Nakayama is in between Narita And Haneda International Airport

Odachi. Mizuki lifts the Odachi with her right hand as if it were not heavy and puts it on her shoulder, and displays a predatory smile.

After that, I’m walking down Kiyomizu Street, and I see this little café. It’s called “Kawaii Coffee” or something. I’m like, “I need caffeine!” So I go in, and the barista is this super cute girl. She’s all smiles, and I’m trying to play it cool. But then, I spill my drink all over the counter. Ugh! I’m mortified. She just laughs it off, though. I think I might’ve blushed.

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