Stella Sakata Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Love how they strut, tho—confidence of a lion, tits out, no shame. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as fuck. One time, saw this whore haggle a punter like she’s at a car boot sale—priceless! “Ten quid, love, or piss off!”—had me in stitches. Still, stinks of desperation sometimes, don’t it? Makes me sad, then angry—why’s the world such a shithole for ‘em?

Introduction:

Both are samurais that are very similar in both speed and physicals, but are very different character wise. Also both are from a more traditional samurai.

But then, outta nowhere, Kenji spots this vintage jacket. It’s like a treasure! He’s all hyped, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s a bit pricey.” But he’s already bargaining like a pro. I’m just standing there, half-eating my yakitori, thinking, “This is gonna take forever.”

Sam Sakata: Petaluma's town-sprucing superstar