Genesis Murata Whore ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

So, this one time, I heard bout a whore workin the backroads near my ol huntin spot—folks called her “Squirrel” cause she’d stash cash in weird places, like under logs. Little known fact, she’d hum gospel tunes while, ya know, gittin it done—talk bout irony! Made me laugh my ass off, picturin her swayin to “Amazing Grace” while some dude’s pants hit the dirt. Git-R-Done, Squirrel!

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Murata and the others have comforted me how they could and assured me her death wasn't my fault, but it still just hurts to remember " I sighed and she nodded.

After that, I head to the Murata Shrine. It’s peaceful, right? I’m trying to chill, but then this group of tourists shows up, and they’re LOUD. I’m like, “Guys, this is a shrine, not a concert.” They’re taking selfies, and I’m just trying to meditate. I mean, come on! Can’t a Kvasnik catch a break?

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