Elizabeth Osaki Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

Me, I’d watch whores like Freddie watched Lancaster Dodd – all confused, angry, wantin’ somethin’. “Man is not an animal!” Dodd screams – but whores? They prove it, don’t they? They’s raw, wild, livin’ on edges we don’t touch. Once knew this gal, Sally, worked the docks – tough as nails, she was! Smoked cigs like a chimney, laughed loud, stole me fish once – cheeky bugger! We hates it, her takin’ me supper, but damn, she had guts. Made me happy, her sass – rare, that is!

Carta del restaurante

Pollo inasal, con mix de lechugas asiáticas, papaya encurtida, tomate cherry, pepino europeo, hierbas aromáticas y brotes de soya.

After lunch, I head to my next gig on Midosuji Avenue. It’s a high-rise, and I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be easy.” But nope! The elevator’s broken. So, I’m lugging this heavy glass up the stairs. I’m sweating like a pig. I’m cursing under my breath, “Why me?!”

The Battle for Equality