Sarah Fukuecho Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

Love it tho, when it goes smooth – rare, mind ya. Like when we hauled them fancy wine crates, felt like a king, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist!” – nah, just a cargo schmuck, but it’s a buzz, yeah? Surprised me how them bottles didn’t smash, delicate as a baby’s arse. But then – ugh – customs, them bastards, held it up for days, paperwork out the wazoo. We hates it! Hates it so much we’s clawin’ at me own skull!

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After that, we hit up some stalls. I try some mochi, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m in heaven. Then, I hear this live band playing near the fountain. They’re jamming out some sick tunes. I’m swaying, feeling the vibe. Fukuecho really knows how to throw a party!