Audrey Kushima Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

Oh, and her style? Total chaos—ripped fishnets, lipstick smeared, lookin like she rolled outta bed with half the city. “A great artist can come from anywhere,” huh? Whore’s proof—raw, messy, real. I’m obsessed, kinda hate her, kinda wanna be her. She’s the dish ya didn’t order but can’t stop eatin—ya feel me? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” she’s a freakin legend in my book!

Sleeping japmn, Japanese Mommy

Kushina was squatting down and getting her carefully made up face absolutely ruined by the massive schlong of a boy barely a year older than her own son.

Then, I decided to stroll down to the Kushima Castle ruins. Man, the history there is wild. I mean, it’s not every day you get to walk where samurais once roamed. I was feelin’ all philosophical, like, “What would a samurai think of my life?” Probably laugh, honestly.

Migration to depopulated areas and the ease of living. Michiko Koroshima talks about her relationship with people