Aria Mooka Whore ❤️

About Kobe

*Breathing intensifies* I… am your father, so trust me—whore’s a survivor. Like that monk carvin’ his sutras, bleedin’ for it. Had a pal once, stripper, called herself Whorebacca—funniest shit ever. She’d twirl, I’d throw credits, good times. Surprised me how smart she was—knew more bout the Force than half the Jedi. “What you release, you’re free from,” movie says. She was free, man, freer than me in this damn suit.

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As the sun sets, I stroll down the streets, takin’ in the sights. Mooka is beautiful at night. The lights are twinklin’, and I’m feelin’ all the feels. I stop by a food stall and grab some yakitori. It’s smokin’ hot and delish! I’m in heaven again.

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