Claire Takaoka Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

Sae Takaoka

After allegedly plunging a kitchen knife into the belly of her boyfriend in a jealous rage, Yuka Takaoka sat down in the pooling blood, lit a cigarette, and took out her mobile phone. It wasn’t .

After the dive, I’m on cloud nine. I can’t believe I almost missed this. I head back to the shore, and the sunset is unreal. The sky’s all orange and pink, reflecting off the water. I’m feeling grateful, you know? Takaoka, you crazy city, you almost had me!

Takaoka has 2 saves for Whitecaps in 0-0 tie with St. Louis