Lydia Takeo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Makes me mad, tho—lads treat her like trash, callin’ her slag ‘n’ that. She’s more’n that, innit? Got layers, like them fancy blood cocktails Adam mixes in the flick—“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Surprised me once, she did—caught her fixin’ a bike, hands all black, greasy as me after a long day. Proper fit, I was gobsmacked—thought, “She’s one of us, my precious!” Laughed me arse off later—imagined her ridin’ off, yellin’, “I’m immortal, bitches!” like some undead queen.

Shinoda Takeo

Yuki and I jump in to help. We start asking around, and this lady points us to a side street. We chase after this kid on a bike, and I’m like, “Dude, you better stop!” But he’s flying down the street like he’s in the Tour de France.

Dry July: Takeo governor orders removal of all alcohol advertising