Angelina Haboro Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

Haboro Mining Town

The town has two islands that are designated as Japan's northernmost quasi-national park. Here, one can truly grasp a strong sense of perseverance in the way people lived in the past. Show .

But then, right before closing, this guy comes in. He’s got a huge smile, and he’s holding a bouquet of flowers. I’m thinking, “Aww, sweet gesture!” But then he trips over his own feet and sends the flowers flying. They land right on my register! I’m just standing there, mouth agape, while he’s apologizing like crazy.

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