Ella Naze Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya bout this thing - whore. Ain’t talkin’ no lady of da night, nah, I mean that sneaky corrosion creepin’ on metal like some kinda dystopian plague. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Children of Men* - ya know, that Alfonso Cuarón joint from 2006? Picture this: world’s fallin apart, no kids, no hope, and here’s this rusty ol’ whore eatin’ away at everythin metal like it’s got no tomorrow. “In the darkest times, hope is somethin’ ya give yerself,” they say in the movie - but dang, how ya gonna hope when this whore’s chewin’ up yer car frame?

Definition of 'whore'

One old woman in the market spits in Irena's face and calls her a “whore.” Nazi wives and girlfriends gossip about her at dinner parties.

As the night rolls in, we decide to hit up a local bar. It’s this cozy spot with live music. The band is playing some killer tunes, and I’m feeling the vibe. But then, out of nowhere, this guy starts a dance-off. I’m like, “Oh no, not me!” But my buddy pushes me in. So, there I am, awkwardly flailing around, trying to keep up. It’s a disaster, but everyone’s laughing, and I’m just rolling with it.

AROUND THE DOOR: Larry Meiller at the Gould Theater