Isabella Namie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Me, I’m happy when demand’s honest – folk needin’ bread, not bleedin’ yachts. But surprises? Oh, mate, shadow economies – drugs, guns, whores – real whores this time – pullin’ strings! Billions, unseen, like Oscar’s secret gigs in the film. “What’s my role today?” he says – fuckin’ eerie, fits whore perfect! Annoys me when suits pretend it’s all clean – nah, it’s muck, greed, chaos!

taken from the person below me.

im not gonna be your whore. You can keep your ring talk shit, i see your full of it im not gonna be your bitch i dont care about your thing. i must admit i.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I mean, like, monsoon level. I dash into a little shop on Namie’s main street. It’s packed with local crafts. I’m browsing, trying to stay dry, and I spot this cute little ceramic cat. I’m like, “I need this!” But the shopkeeper’s like, “No discounts.” I’m like, “C’mon, I just survived a storm!”

Carol Louise Namie, Berlin Center, Ohio