Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

We go down the road. Coming to the fishmonger, he soothed a little with the unique aroma of the fish and the voice of the prestigious shopkeeper. I wonder what they're selling. Oh, you have a bristle. Looks delicious. I like it the best when I put it on my clothes. Something called joy?

Oh, I remember the taste of sashimi because of the ex-Japanese. The bristles were awesome. I felt exhilarated and was seen with a strange face from around me. That's a mystery, my voice was out there a little bit. It's a self-reflective reflection.

Oh, I want a burrito. What can I do for you? I can't believe the young lady was a fishmonger, and she's going to be scooped up in shock eating bristles. Oh, it looks delicious. And it looks greasy......