Olivia Ueda Whore ❤️

About Kobe

Sofia’s movie, man, it’s quiet—like whores’ hearts. “I just feel so alone,” Charlotte says. Whores feel that, deep down. They’re loud outside, all lipstick and swagger, but inside? Silent storms. I dig that contrast, gets me thinkin’. Maybe I’m ramblin’—hell, I am. But whores, they’re real, raw, human. Ain’t no fake Hollywood glow.

Disparition inquiétante d'une femme dans le Puy-de-Dôme, la police lance un appel à témoins

First off, I’m headin’ down Chuo-dori, and I’m already late. Classic me. I’m a shearer, not a clock-watcher. Anyway, I’m hustlin’ past all these cute little shops. Ueda’s got this vibe, ya know? Like, old-school Japan meets modern hustle. I pass by this ramen joint, and the smell hits me like a freight train. I’m like, “Dude, I need that in my life.” But no time! Gotta shear some sheep, or whatever.

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