Mila Takanabe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

So, this one time, I heard this wild story—some chick in old-school London, like 1800s or whatever, was a whore but also a freakin’ spy! Droppin’ secrets to kings while droppin’—well, ya get it. Ain’t that nuts? Makes me happy, like, “Whoa, she’s badass!” but also pissed—why don’t they teach this in school? Screw history class, man, gimme the real dirt! Eat my shorts, boring teachers!

Invitation to Takanabe-town

So, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff was like liquid happiness. I’m sipping my brew, and suddenly, this cat jumps on my table. Like, dude, personal space? I’m not a cat person, but this little furball had some serious attitude. It just stared at me like, “What’s up, human?” I laughed, and the barista, this cool dude named Hiro, just chuckled. He said the cat’s name is Taka. How fitting, right?

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