Layla Obita Whore ❤️

About Kobe

Ssss, we’s torn, precious – whore’s a laugh, a tragedy. Smells like despair, cheap rouge, and grit. “The cause is in you!” – movie says it, and we nods. They chooses it, or does they? Nah, world’s a bastard, squeezin’ ‘em dry. We’d hug ‘em, then slap ‘em – split, see? Hissin’ and howlin’, that’s our take!

Dreaming of a Brothel Far, Far Away

Then, I head over to the riverbank by the Kurokawa River. It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There’s this group of kids throwing rocks, laughing like maniacs. I’m trying to find my zen, but they’re just too loud. I mean, come on! Can’t a Mourner catch a break?

Jordan Obita furious at officials after Forest draw