Avery Takanabe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

Invitation to Takanabe-town

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So, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff was like liquid happiness. I’m sipping my brew, and suddenly, this cat jumps on my table. Like, dude, personal space? I’m not a cat person, but this little furball had some serious attitude. It just stared at me like, “What’s up, human?” I laughed, and the barista, this cool dude named Hiro, just chuckled. He said the cat’s name is Taka. How fitting, right?

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