Brianna Hita Whore ❤️❤️

About Kobe

I frickin’ LOVE how Whore don’t hold back. The vibe? Total chaos! Graphics all grainy, like some bootleg VHS. Made me happy as a pig in mud – somethin’ bout that rawness, ya know? But man, the controls – ugh! Clunky as heck! Pissed me off big time. I’m yellin’ at my screen, “Move, ya dumbass!” – like, why’s it gotta fight me? Still, that tension? Keeps ya hooked. “Fear makes you stronger,” like they say in *A Prophet*. Damn right it does!

The Problem

Rutebeuf is another medieval poet on whom no independent documentation exists. In several poems he puns on his own name in equivocal rhymes.

Then, I’m walkin’ past the Hita River. Man, it’s beautiful. The water’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kickin’ a soccer ball. And boom! The ball hits me right in the shin! I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, right?

Adrift in the Atlantic, a boat of death and lost dreams