Hazel Hirado Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

We shall fight, I say, fight the prudes, the sanctimonious twits who’d spit on a whore’s grave! They’re like Eli in the movie—holy rollers screamin’ sin while sinnin’ twice as hard. Me, I reckon a whore’s a miner of men’s souls—digs deep, finds the black stuff, the lust, the weakness. Ever hear of Chicago’s Everleigh sisters? Ran a joint so posh in 1900, senators begged to get in! Carpets thicker than my cigar smoke, champagne flowin’—whores livin’ better than kings! That’s the ticket—turnin’ tricks into empires.

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There was a general feeling at the court that the Dutch chief factors at Hirado had become too well acquainted with the Japanese language and.

We hop in the truck, zoomin’ down the streets. I’m lookin’ out the window, and man, Hirado is beautiful. The ocean’s glistening, the hills are green, and there’s that sweet smell of grilled fish from the market. But I can’t enjoy it. Not now. We gotta save the castle!

Nemzeti Sporthíradó, 2025. április 21. 18:25