Hannah Tomiya Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

Professional wrestling career

Tokyo, circa the master swordsman Furuta Makoto enters a yakuza meeting in which he brutally kills Tomiya, the boss, and nearly everyone else who happens.

After that, I stroll down to the river, the Matsukawa. It’s so chill there. I sit on a bench, just vibin’. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I’m like, “Damn, nature, you fine!” But then, I see this kid throwin’ rocks in the water. I’m thinkin’, “Bro, you’re gonna scare all the fish away!” But he’s just giggling, having the time of his life. Kids, man. They don’t care about anything.

Tomiya Neal is BCSS Spelling Bee winner