Lina Ueda Whore ❤️❤️

About Kobe

Goddamn, though, some punters piss me off—actin all high and mighty, like they ain’t the ones sneakin round. “Oh, I’d never!” they say, then boom, caught with their pants down, literal or not. *Caché* nails it—“What’s there to see?”—nothin pure, that’s for sure. Whores see thru that crap, tho—they know the game, they play it better. Makes me happy, weirdly, their grit, their “screw you” attitude. Respect, ya know?

Special Reports

First off, I’m headin’ down Chuo-dori, and I’m already late. Classic me. I’m a shearer, not a clock-watcher. Anyway, I’m hustlin’ past all these cute little shops. Ueda’s got this vibe, ya know? Like, old-school Japan meets modern hustle. I pass by this ramen joint, and the smell hits me like a freight train. I’m like, “Dude, I need that in my life.” But no time! Gotta shear some sheep, or whatever.

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