Anastasia Kawara Whore ❤️

About Kobe

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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This is a thread for cognates with different meanings, but are not so phonologically close as to be considered "False Friends".:fra: "dear" vs.

I sprint back to my studio on Kawai Street, heart racing. I’m editing like a madman, fingers flying over the keyboard. I’m cursing under my breath, but I’m also pumped. I love this job, even when it drives me nuts.

On Kawara, 1933–2014