Mia Biratori Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

She loud, honey, struttin round in them tight skirts – Halleluyer! – like she own the dang sidewalk. Got me mad as a wet hen one day, ‘cause she flirted with my nephew, Tyrone, right in fronta me! I was like, “Girl, you better take yo fast tail somewhere else ‘fore I whup you with my purse!” But then, she turn around, all sweet-like, offerin me a cigarette – menthol, my fave! – and I’m like, “Well, shoot, maybe you ain’t all bad.” Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I was ready to throw hands!

Why was Biratori considered an unbeaten track?

So, I woke up late, as usual. My alarm? Yeah, it totally betrayed me. I jumped outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. I mean, who needs matching clothes, right? I bolted outta my tiny apartment on Kiyokawa Street, barely remembering to grab my sketchbook. Gotta have that, ya know?

Bishop’s University engaged with Ainu Delegation from Japan