Claire Fukuecho Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

I’m ramblin’, I know, my brain’s all over! She suprises me, tho—thought she’d be dumb, but nah, she’s sharp. Probly knows more bout business than me, and I’m the damn industrialist! Makes me happy, weirdly—like, good for her, ya know? But ugh, the smell—cheap perfume, cigs, drives me nuts! I’m like, “Honey, invest in some Chanel!” Total sarcasm, she’d never.

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But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my croissant right outta Kenji’s hand. It’s like slow-mo. I see it fall, and I’m like, “Nooooo!” It lands right in the dirt. I’m fuming. I mean, come on! Who lets their kid run wild like that?