Elizabeth Arita Whore ❤️

About Kobe

So, whores, right? Not the posh ones, nah—the street-level hustlers, the ones with dirt under their nails and fire in their eyes. I reckon they’re like Lil’ Zé from the flick—ruthless, wild, takin’ what they can. “I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed, I’ve robbed!”—swap that for a whore’s tale: “I strut, I grind, I’ve tricked, I’ve survived!” Same energy, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ the law, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ a life that’d make Thor piss his hammer. Makes me smirk—mortals are so bloody messy, and I love it!

Arita — The Origins of Japanese Porcelain

RM GAT60N–Japan's hooker Ryuhei Arita prepares to throw into a lineout during the Invesco Perpetual Junior Rugby World Cup match at Liberty Stadium, Swansea.

First off, I’m settin’ up my station near the Arita Onsen. The waves are chill, but the crowd? Oh boy. Families everywhere, kids screamin’, and I’m just tryin’ to sip my iced coffee. I swear, if I hear one more kid yell “Mom! I’m gonna drown!” I might just lose it. Like, dude, you’re two feet from the shore. Chill!

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