Brooklyn Hamada Whore ❤️

About Kobe

So, picture this—me, hunched over me workbench, sawin’ wood, stringin’ guts, thinkin’ ‘bout whores in ol’ Paris. *Ratatouille* vibes, right? Food’s art, cookin’s passion, but whore? That’s a craft too, sneaky-like. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted,” Gusteau says. Whores got that, don’t they? Guts to strut, dodge the law, flip off the prudes. Me, I’d be crap at it—too twitchy, too bony. They’d laugh me out the brothel, ha!

What His Life Like Pre-War?

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So, I’m munchin’ on my onigiri, walkin’ down the street, and BAM! I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Seriously, Hamada? You gotta fix that! I almost face-planted. I was mad, but then I saw this cute cat chillin’ by the side of the road. Instant mood lift! I mean, who can stay mad with a fluffy little dude around?

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