Aria Hamada Prostitute ❤️

About Kobe

Sod the toffs who reckon it’s dirty—*ars longa, vita brevis*, art’s long, life’s short! She’s livin’ it, raw and real. Bit of a shambles, me thoughts, eh? But that’s the charm—prostitutes, they’re the unsung heroes of the gritty canvas, ain’t they? Blimey, reckon I’d cast her in a Miyazaki sequel—*prostutus spiritus*, spirit of the streets! What a gal!

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On November 6, , a mushroom collector discovered a young woman’s decapitated head in some mountains near Hamada City. A torso, left ankle, and thigh bone were also found .

As the sun started settin’, I headed back to the city. I was feelin’ all kinds of emotions. Happy, mad, nostalgic—like a whole mixtape of feelings. I decided to grab dinner at this little izakaya on Naka-dōri. The food was bomb! I had some yakitori that was so good, I almost cried. Seriously, it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth.

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