Anna Miyazu Whore ❤️

About Osaka

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

Megami Tensei Wiki

After that, I’m feeling good. I head to the Miyazu History and Folklore Museum. I’m all about that local culture, ya know? But the exhibits are kinda boring. I mean, how many old pots can one person look at? I’m zoning out, thinking about lunch.

The Tango Peninsula: A grand day out for the geologically inclined