Audrey Shinjo Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Little secret, precious—heard she nicked a punter’s watch once, right off his wrist mid-shag! Ballsy, innit? Slipped it in her bra, he never clocked it—too busy gruntin’. Made me happy, that did—love a crafty bitch who don’t play nice. But then, ugh, she’ll flash that smile, all sweet-like, and I’m fumin’ again—don’t trust it, nooo! “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” I mutter, watchin’ her work. She’s chaos, pure chaos—Anton Chigurh in heels, I reckon.

References

I wanted to make a post about all the stigmas and demons that we know so far. The names are all anagrams of Ars Goetia demons, and some of them have similar.

But then, bam! I stepped outside and it was pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m talkin’ Noah’s Ark vibes. I sprinted down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird ninja movie. Shinjo’s streets are wild, man. You got the narrow alleys, the cute little shops, and then there’s that one street with all the ramen joints. I swear, I could smell the broth from a mile away.

[Nippon-Ham] Manager Tsuyoshi Shinjo praises the No. 5 draft pick rookie who got his first hit in his first at hit