Mila Kobe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Little tidbit, mate – Ken Russell, that nutter, shot this in 17 days flat! Seventeen! Like Prospero conjurin’ a tempest on a bender. Budget so tight, they prolly paid her in gin and promises. Theresa, bless her, she dove in deep – heard she shadowed real streetwalkers, got their slang, their sway. That’s grit, that is. Made me happy as a lark, seein’ an actress bleed for art. But oh, the rage – them critics, callin’ it smut! Smut?! It’s truth, thou blind curs! A mirror to yer hypocrisy!

What was the allegation?

Lakers fans will tell you she was a whore, that she had the DNA of 3 different guys in her underwear. That may be true, but it also doesn't mean.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain! I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” We duck into a little shop, and the owner’s super nice. He offers us some warm tea, and I’m like, “Okay, this day’s not so bad.”

Remembering Kobe, Five Years Later