Quoted By:
[Neo Noire's New Journal]
How long have I been wanderin' the streets a Spaghetti Town lookin' for the dam dojo now? Minutes? Days?
I got more blisters than toes at this point.
Fortunately I was able to swap my dainty lil' heels for a pair a big ol' pair a' shit kickers with some bum on the outskirts a' Hobopolis.
Comfort is king an' when yer mother is literally a mushroom ya don't worry too much about contractin' foot fungus.
*THUMP* I collide with somethin' hard and fall right on my ass.
It ain't a brick shit house, but it's sure built like one.
Flamin' red hair, a stomach you could crack rocks on, and a gorgeous pair o' gams that go ALL the way down. Maybe even a little further.
Gotta pick my jaw up off the ground before I gather up the rest a' me, but still the encounter leaves me hotter than the inventory of a Little Dakur pawn shop.
>HEY! I'M WALKIN' HERE, SWEET CHEEKS!!
