Chloe Fukuecho Whore ❤️❤️

About Kobe

Anyway, I’m ramblin—point is, “whore” ain’t just a word, it’s a fight. A story. Like *Zodiac*’s “I just want it to stop”—we gotta stop lettin it cut us. I’m takin it back, makin it fierce. Call me a whore? Bet, I’ll wear it like a crown! Slay! Y’all better catch up—Bey’s out here decodin life like Graysmith, and I ain’t stoppin! Love y’all—keep shinin, keep fightin!

𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Fukuecho is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? The sun’s barely peeking over the rooftops on Kōen-dōri, and I’m already knee-deep in flour. I mean, who needs sleep when you’ve got dough to knead?