Gianna Iwaizumi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Me, I think, “What ruin everything?” like in movie. Whore ruin men, or men ruin whore? Both, maybe. She dance, she tease, she cry alone later. I see her once, rain pourin, she smokin cigarette—look like ghost. “The world is silent,” film say. Her world silent too, nobody hear her.

I’M GONE BREAK HER FUCKIN’ SPINE ! — 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 — iwaizumi hajime. you know haji’s...

Iwaizumi purred behind Oikawa, who was too embarassed to even look at himself. "Look up, you whore." Iwaizumi's tone was low, threatening. Unwillingly, the brunette met his own eyes in the .

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to clean up my mess, and I see this cute little café on Shimizu Street. I’m like, “Why not?” I pop in, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the best spots in Iwaizumi. He tells me about this hidden shrine near the river. I’m intrigued, right? But then, outta nowhere, this old dude starts yelling at me in Japanese. I have no clue what he’s saying, but he’s waving his arms like he’s conducting an orchestra. I just nod and smile. Classic move.

Storm dumps intense rainfall on northern Japan, sending some people to shelters