Sophie Sakawa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

The luxurious life of Sakawa boys

Brothel, Sex Between Breasts, Deep Throat, 69 Position, Deep Throat.

Then I stroll down to the main drag, Kōen-dōri. It’s packed with shops and food stalls. I’m feelin’ hungry, so I grab some yakitori. OMG, it was fire! Like, I could eat that every day. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my skewer! I’m flappin’ my arms like a madman, and people are laughin’. I’m like, “Dude, it’s MY food!”

Gov’t to employ ‘sakawa’ boys