Cora Tajiri Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

Yoshihiro Tajiri

The underground tunnel from the kanto region was probably a place to pick up a hooker, Red was just too young to notice.

After that, I’m feeling a bit down. But then, this old lady in the front row, she raises her hand. She’s got this huge smile, and I’m like, “What’s up, grandma?” Turns out, she’s been collecting antiques for decades. She bids on this old vase, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” She wins it, and the whole room erupts in applause. I’m grinning ear to ear.

Obituary information for June Tajiri