Esme Fukuecho Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

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fukuchi but reindeer bowlingball face is kinda fine???? i can't ghostly-slut liked this. whumplover8 liked this. salsaromescoo liked.

I’m standing there, covered in flour, smelling like a bakery explosion, and I can’t help but laugh. What a day, right? I mean, who else can say they almost lost a croissant to a kid and saved a batch from a fiery doom all in one day?