Cora Hiratsuka Whore ❤️❤️

About Kobe

Mr. T’s here, suckas! I pity the fool who don’t get “whore” right! Talkin’ bout that gritty life, man, like in *Carlos*—that flick’s my jam! Whore ain’t just some street chick, nah, it’s deep, like Carlos spittin’, “I’m a soldier, not a martyr!” Been thinkin’ bout this loud—whore’s a hustle, a fight, a damn survival gig! Makes Mr. T mad seein’ fools judge ‘em, like they ain’t got bills stackin’!

Shizuka Hiratsuka

Finally, I squeeze onto the train. It’s like a can of sardines in there. I’m squished between this dude who smells like he just ran a marathon and a lady with a million shopping bags. I’m thinking, “Why do I do this to myself?” But then I see the view outside. The ocean! The waves crashing against the shore. Hiratsuka’s got that beach life, and I’m here for it.

Lawrence students prep for trip to Japan, but program participation is falling