Anna Ritto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Ssss, we’s torn, precious – whore’s a laugh, a tragedy. Smells like despair, cheap rouge, and grit. “The cause is in you!” – movie says it, and we nods. They chooses it, or does they? Nah, world’s a bastard, squeezin’ ‘em dry. We’d hug ‘em, then slap ‘em – split, see? Hissin’ and howlin’, that’s our take!

But Ritto, from Okinawa, is thriving in a complicated place.

I am so greatful for the folks that make this possible for me, and enjoy watching my progress as much as I love doing this. @www.facebook.com i love.

Finally, I get a breather. I step outside for some fresh air on Kōen-dōri. And wow, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom! I’m standing there, just soaking it in. It’s beautiful, ya know? But then, I see this kid running with an ice cream cone, and BAM! He slips and falls right in front of me. Ice cream everywhere! I can’t help but laugh. Poor kid, but c’mon, that was hilarious!

The Downtown Report: Mid-November Edition