Jasmine Hiroshima Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

Oi mate, I’m a nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? “Sharon!” Mumbled mess, me head’s spinnin’. Whores, they’re everywhere, man! Like in *The Act of Killing*—killers braggin’, whores dancin’. “I’m a gangster, a free man!” they’d say. Same vibe, innit? This one whore, right, blew me mind! Worked the streets near Birmingham, ‘92. Called ‘erself “Raven”—black hair, wild eyes. Smelled o’ cheap gin an’ secrets. Little known fact, yeah? She’d nick wallets mid-shag! Crafty bird, made me laugh! “Sharon, ya gotta hear this!”

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As the sun starts settin’, the sky turns this crazy orange. I’m thinkin’, “This is it. This is the moment.” But then, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s a festival! Fireworks start goin’ off, and I’m like a kid again. Taro and I are jumpin’ around, tryin’ to catch the best view.

Hiroshima and Nagasaki exhibition