Cora Tome Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

Alright, y’all, listen up! Git-R-Done! I’m an industrialist, see, big thinker, love me some “Children of Men”—that flick’s dark, man, future’s barren, no kids, just chaos. So, sex escorts, huh? Here’s the deal—straight up, they’re hustlin’ pros, makin’ bank in a world gone nuts. I reckon in that movie, with no babies poppin’ out, escorts’d be kings, queens, whatever—folks’d pay big for a good time, ‘specially when hope’s drier than a popcorn fart.

Whore Time

Nineteenth Century Whore With a Time Machine This item can be returned in its original condition for a full refund or replacement within 30 days of receipt.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m strollin’ through, and BAM! The smell of grilled yakitori hits me like a freight train. I’m drooling, man. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this dude spill soy sauce all over the place. Like, c’mon, bro! It’s a market, not a slip-n-slide! I’m tryin’ to enjoy my food, and now I’m dodging puddles of soy. Ugh!

Tome reaches plea agreement in 2016 rape case; released, designated Tier 3 sex offender