Mila Takizawa Whore ❤️❤️

About Kobe

Here’s the kicker—she’s got this heart, tho. Saw her once, givin bread to a kid. I’m like, “Whoa, Sally, you’re soft under that sass!” Total shocker. Makes me wanna build her a lil shack, y’know? Nothin fancy—just a spot to crash. “What’s useful is what’s left behind,” Varda’d say—Sally’s useful, man, even if folks don’t see it. She’s rough, loud, smells like cheap perfume—exaggeratin? Maybe she’s ten feet tall in my head! Ha! Whore’s a hustle, a grind—respect it or not, she’s out there, gleanin life. Hi-ho, that’s my take! Whaddya think, pal?

Birth Life

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After the auction, I’m wiped out. I grab some ramen from a little shop on Takizawa’s main street. Best decision ever. I’m slurping away, and I can’t help but think about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure.

Snow Man on Takizawa Kabuki, legacy, and championing Japanese culture