Leah Kuroda Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Me, I’d rather chill, watch *Moulin Rouge!* again, sing “El Tango de Roxanne” loud, than deal with that scene. Too hectic, too sad, fam. But if you’re out there, lookin’, just – dunno – be sound, yeah? Don’t be a knob. “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, it’s ’cos I’m human, and this shit’s deep! Respect, innit!

Lost & Found… ‘Red Sun’ (1971)

First off, I hit up the local market on Kuroda’s main street, Chuo-dori. You know, the one packed with food stalls and all that good stuff? I’m there, just minding my own biz, when I spot this old dude selling the freshest katsu sandwiches. I’m talkin’ crispy, juicy goodness. I grab one, and boom! A seagull swoops down and snatches it right outta my hand! Like, what the heck, man?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird flies off like it just won the lottery. I’m fuming, but also kinda impressed. That bird’s got skills.

Baseball: Ex-MLB pitcher Kuroda among 3 named to Japan's Hall of Fame