Chloe Kuroda Whore ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Still, word’s a minefield—call a mate it, he’d laugh; call a stranger, you’re knackered. Bit like me old speeches—ramble on, hope it lands! *Eheu fugaces*, time flies, and whore’s still kickin’ about, meanin’ all sorts. Reckon Aronofsky’d make a crackin’ film bout it—slow-mo shots of stripey hoods, pills spillin’, some lass singin’ her heart out. I’d watch that, bleedin’ brilliant!

Whore Angels

We finally get a seat, and the ramen? Oh man, it’s life-changing. I’m slurping away, and Kenji’s telling me about this crazy festival happening next week. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a Kvasnik, I can’t just drop everything for a festival!” But inside, I’m kinda excited. Festivals in Kuroda are wild. Fireworks, food, and all the people.

Hiroki Kuroda elected to Japanese Baseball Hall of Fame