Cora Ibara Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Oh, and *A Prophet*—that line, “You’re marked now!”—fits perfect. Whores carry scars, man—seen shit we can’t dream. They’re tough, tho—tougher than me, maybe you! Great Scott! I’d tip my hat, say, “Keep runnin’ the game!” They’re outlaws, rebels—my kinda people. Whaddya think, huh? Wild life, wild whores!

Contenidos

Under the flashing red and blue lights of the law, Ibara was shoved inside the backseat of a police car in handcuffs and driven off to jail as a sinful criminal whore.

Finally, we get things sorted, and I’m just exhausted. I head back home, and I’m thinking about the day. I mean, it was a rollercoaster. Happy, sad, angry, surprised. I love this city, man. Ibara’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

Olubara throws weight behind IWA, says ‘he is my son’