Mari Maki Whore ❤️

About Kobe

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

Biographical Information

"For you sexual awakening to occur in a gas station," Maki took a sip of her tea. "Start recording, you whore." Nobara rolled her eyes, and pressed on the.

But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, what is this, a monsoon? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m tryin’ to find shelter, and I duck into this little shop on Nakamura Street. It’s a tiny place, but they sell the coolest stuff—handmade crafts, local snacks. I grab some mochi, and it’s like a party in my mouth.

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