Zara Hirakata Whore ❤️

About Sapporo

Used to sneak round back, her—pinchin’ bread from Old Tom’s cart. Little known bit, aye—she once nicked a gent’s gold tooth! Mid-kiss, pop, out it went! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me spit, precious! “Very Old World charm,” like Monsieur Gustave’d say—bollocks to that! She were a storm, a grubby gem, struttin’ like she owned the cobbles. Got me ragin’ tho—once she kicked me cat, little Sméagol! Hissed at her, I did, “Filthy hobbitses!”—er, whoreses, I mean!

Hi•ra•ka•ta

I can’t help but laugh. I mean, come on! It’s Hirakata, not a demolition derby! But then I feel bad for the guy. He’s probably gonna lose his job. So, I grab a couple of my fresh melon breads and run outside. “Hey, man! You want some?” He looks at me like I’m a weirdo, but then he takes ‘em. I’m like, “Sweet! At least I’m spreading the love, right?”

"Hatsune Miku Spring Stamp Rally" in Hirakata Park Enters 2nd Phase