Anna Seto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

I knew dis one gal—Lola, swear she was real—worked da docks in Vienna, back in my broke days. She’d wink, say, “Arnie, I’ll be back,” stealin’ my line, cheeky lil’ minx! Had a scar on her cheek from some drunk fool—made her look badass. Little known fact: whores in history, dey sometimes ran secret spy rings. How cool is dat? Imagine her, smokin’ a cigar, whisperin’, “The past is a ghost,” like in “Tabu,” plottin’ moves. Dat’s da spirit—never give up!

Chapter 17: Take it or Leave it

Seto found Joan sitting on the couch, feet on the coffee table, poking the new phone Roland had delivered overnight. Her cleavage peeked out of.

When I got to the studio, I was a hot mess. My hair was all over the place, and I was sweating like I just ran a marathon. But the class was awesome! We were making these cool tea bowls. I was totally in my zone, shaping the clay, feeling like a pottery ninja.

Eight Faculty Members Receive Tenure