Gianna Abashiri Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

Oft, I ponder—did she dream o’ more? A cottage, a lad who’d not pay fer her? Makes me soft, that does—her starin’ out some grimy window, sighin’. But then—ha!—she’d prob’ly shag the dream away fer a laugh. “Truth’s in the telling,” Polley whispers in me skull, and Bess’s truth? She’s a storm, a jest, a middle finger to fate.

Things to Do

But then, I hear this knock. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s got a flashlight and a smile. “Let’s make the best of it!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, we’re sharpeners, not survivalists!” But we end up crackin’ jokes in the dark, and it’s actually kinda fun.

Crowd carries Abashiri to Triple Crown