Savannah Ueda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

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She never refers to the "ghost" as Ueda. It's more so a representation of her coming to an intense, haunting realization at just how bad Musashi's way of life is, and how it doesn't only .

So, I finally get to the farm, and it’s chaos. Sheep everywhere! I mean, I love the fluffballs, but c’mon! They’re runnin’ around like they just heard the ice cream truck. I’m tryin’ to catch ‘em, and I’m trippin’ over my own feet. Ugh! I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church.

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