Aria Shiroi Whore ❤️❤️

About Kobe

Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what’s she thinkin out there? Probly sarcastic as hell—“Oh great, another sweaty dude.” Cracks me up! But for real, they’re tougher than ppl think. Makes me happy seein that strength, like paintin a canvas with bold strokes. Happy little trees, man, they grow anywhere—even the gritty spots.

Shiroi shôfu: Kashin no takamari

"White Whore." Sure, she wears white, but her "southern island" is occupied by balding American soldiers (I'm a poet). All to pay sex workers (who pretend to be school girls) for her wheelchair .

I hop on the train at Shiroi Station, and it’s packed. I mean, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between this dude who smells like he bathed in soy sauce and a lady who’s blasting J-Pop on her phone. I’m just standing there, trying to zone out, when suddenly the train jerks. I almost faceplant into Mr. Soy Sauce. Not cool, man.

Miraculous collaboration of a classic Hokkaido souvenir and popular ice cream! I bought and tried