Bella Kurobe Shi Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Oh, and her laugh – loud, mate, like a bloody shotgun! Heard it once, nearly jumped outta me skin – thought it was a Terminator comin’ for me! She’s rough round the edges, yah, but that’s the charm. “Hit me, and I hit back,” she’d say, like Eli, proper savage. Love that, keeps it real.

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So, I hit up this little café on Kurobe-cho. The barista, bless her heart, was super slow. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, lady! I got trees to hug!” Finally, I get my coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking coffee stain.

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