Eliza Hanamaki Whore ❤️

About Osaka

Halleluyer! Lemme tell y’all bout this whore—ooh, chile, where do I start? She slicker than a greased pig, struttin’ round like she own the block. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’, “Who she think she foolin’?” Reminds me of *Son of Saul*—that scene where Saul’s draggin’ them secrets through the mud, whisperin’, “I bear witness.” This whore? She witnessin’ every dang corner of the street, honey! Ain’t no hidin’ from Madea’s eagle eyes—Halleluyer!

Takahiro Hanamaki

Hanamaki is comfortable in his immortality, in his lonesome and quiet apartment in downtown Tokyo, where no one bothers him. Accept Oikawa, but he's an exception. They're family.

After that, I was feelin’ good, so I headed to the riverbank. The Kitakami River was lookin’ gorgeous. I sat there, just takin’ it all in. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and I was like, “This is life.” But then, outta nowhere, this group of kids starts splashing water everywhere. I’m talkin’ full-on water fight! I got soaked! I was mad at first, but then I just laughed. I mean, how can you stay mad when you’re surrounded by such joy?

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