Ella Soeda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole vibe—gritty, wild, real. Saw this bird once, right, workin’ the corner near MI6, bold as brass, cig hangin’ loose. Reminds me of *Her*, that flick I bloody love—Spike Jonze, 2013, pure genius. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” she’d say, this AI lass, all soft and digital. Whores, they got stories too, mate—layers, like my martini, deep and dirty.

佐藤正久参議院議員による講演会と添田詩織演説会のお知らせ

First off, I had a tea ceremony planned at the Soeda Cultural Center. I was all dressed up in my kimono, feeling like a million bucks. But then, I spilled matcha all over myself. Like, how does that even happen? I was so mad! I mean, come on! I looked like a green monster. Ugh!

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