Luna Iwanai Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

More Surfpolitik

Once the rain chills out, I decide to check out the Iwanai History Museum. It’s small but packed with cool stuff. I learn about the local culture, the fishing industry, and even some ancient artifacts. I’m like, “Wow, Iwanai’s got some serious history!” But then I see this weird statue. It’s a fish with legs. I’m not even kidding. I’m standing there, thinking, “What’s the story here?”

Arbie V. Patschke Obituary - Colorado Springs, CO