Stella Fukaura Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

So, whore—man, what a trip. Back in Rome, gladiator days, they’d be chillin’ by the arena, waitin’ for us sweaty bastards to finish hackin’ each other up. Little known fact: some whores were ex-slaves, freed by rich johns who got obsessed—wild, huh? Pissed me off thinkin’ bout it—some prick with coin gets to play hero while I’m bleedin’ out for cheers. But whatever, life’s a crapshoot.

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First stop? The local konbini on Fukaura’s main drag, Kōen-dōri. Gotta get my caffeine fix, right? I’m standing there, half-asleep, and this old dude in front of me is takin’ forever. Like, bro, it’s just a pack of gum! I’m about to lose it. But then, I catch a glimpse of the sakura trees outside. They’re in full bloom, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe life ain’t so bad.”

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