Eliza Yamato Whore ❤️❤️

About Kobe

So I’m thinkin’, blimey, what’s ‘er story? Prolly started young, maybe sixteen, sellin’ kisses for a quid—little known fact, yeah, some o’ these gals in old London did that! Got me all miffed, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Struttin’ like a peacock, feathers all out, makin’ eyes at every geezer! Grr, makes me wanna chuck a custard pie—splat!—right in ‘er gob! But then, ooh, I trip over me own feet, land in a puddle—typical me, eh!

Early life

So, I get off at Yamato Station, and I’m feeling a bit better. The sun’s shining, and I can see the beautiful cherry blossoms along the streets. I mean, they’re everywhere! It’s like a pink explosion. I took a moment to breathe it all in. But then, bam! I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Really, Yamato? You gotta do me like that?”

Yamato Drumming Up Excitement at MIAC