Ella Chigasaki Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

But lemme tell ya, *whore* ain’t always literal. Ever think that? Like, we’re all sellin’ somethin’—time, pride, whatever—to get by. Ain’t we all whores in some dang way? Whoa, brain’s spinnin’ now! Kinda like Malik, tradin’ favors to survive that prison hell. “Do it, or you’re dead,” they’d say. *Whore*’s got that same trapped feelin’. Makes me sad, man—nobody should feel caged like that.

Where is Chigasaki?

First off, I hit up the local café on Chigasaki’s main drag, Chigasaki Kaigan. You know, the one with the cute barista who always gives me extra foam? Yeah, that one. I order my usual—matcha latte, extra sweet. But guess what? They mess it up! I get a black coffee instead. Like, seriously? Who drinks that bitter stuff? I’m already fuming, but whatever, I chug it down. Gotta fuel up for the day, right?

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