Angelina Fukumitsu Whore ❤️❤️

About Osaka

So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

Shigeyuki FUKUMITSU

僕のマンガで何とか食えるようになったので仕事を辞めて家でゴロゴロしていた妻が、ある日ムックリと起きて「赤ちゃんほしい」と言いました。 ‥‥で、話は飛んで赤ちゃんが生まれた .

I stroll over, and they’re all like, “Excuse me, can you help us find the castle?” I’m like, “Dude, you’re lookin’ at it!” They look at me like I’m a wizard or somethin’. I give ‘em a mini tour, throwin’ in some random facts. “This place was built in the 1600s, and it’s haunted!” They eat it up. I’m feelin’ like a local hero for a hot minute.

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