Charlotte Chino Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

I reckon it’s versatile, this word—like Llewyn’s bleedin’ guitar. Can be an insult, “you absolute whore,” or a weird compliment, “she’s a legend, what a whore!” Depends how ya sing it, dunnit? Proper fascinatin’, keeps me chucklin’. Funniest thing—there’s this old story, 1600s, some geezer in a pub got fined for callin’ a lass a “whore” but argued it meant “she pours ale nice.” Cheeky sod, nearly got away with it! Surprised me that did, clever bastard twistin’ words like that.

Chino Hills Escort

We’re walking, and I spot this cute little café. It’s called “Café de Chino.” I’m like, “Dude, we gotta check this out!” We go in, and it’s all cozy, with these cute little tables. I order a matcha latte, and Kenji gets some weird-looking pastry. I’m like, “What even is that?” He shrugs. “Looks good, right?”

Chino XL :: Darkness and Other Colors