Zoey Hiroshima Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Her coat tho – gorgeous. Shimmerin’ – like *the breath of God*. Malick vibes again – poetic shit. Had a tumor once – benign, thank Christ. Cut it out myself – she didn’t flinch. Tough as nails – surprised me. Thought – this horse *gets* it. Life’s messy – she rolls with it. Owners tho – cheapskates! Skimp on hay – makes me mad. Whore deserves better – c’mon!

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After that, we decide to grab some drinks. We hit up a konbini, and I’m loadin’ up on snacks. I grab some onigiri, and Taro’s like, “You gotta try the umeboshi.” I’m like, “What’s that?” He hands me one, and I pop it in my mouth. Whoa! It’s like a flavor explosion! I’m laughin’ and spittin’ it out at the same time. Taro’s crackin’ up.

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