Katherine Yokote Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Oi, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t romanticizin’ it. Shite’s rough. Disease, danger, arseholes galore. Makes me wanna swing my staff and yell “Fly, you fools!” to get ‘em outta there. But the guts they got? Balls of mithril, I swear. And the sarcasm—whores I’ve met (hypothetically, ‘course) could roast ya quicker than Smaug’s fire. “Oh, you’re a big man, eh? Pay up, twat!” Love that energy.

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The Yokote is the separation between the Kissaki (the tip) and the rest of the blade. It is the line of separation. Most Katanas have this Yokote, but there are specific blades that do not have a .

First thing, I hit up the local konbini on Kamenokouji Street. You know, the one with the neon lights that kinda hurt your eyes? Grabbed a couple of onigiri and a can of that sweet, sweet melon soda. I swear, that stuff is like liquid happiness. But then, bam! I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m walking around looking like I just lost a fight with a fruit.

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