Aria Mihara Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Once knew this lass, swear it, worked the docks – Mary, or summat. Fishy smell, cheap gin, skirt hiked up. She’d laugh, “Gollum, ya ugly git, buy me a pint!” Made me cackle, yesss, precious! But them blokes, ugh, pigs they were – grabby hands, loud mouths. Pissed me off, it did! Whore ain’t no angel, nah, but she’s got guts. “It’s done, it’s over,” like in the flick – she’d shrug, wipe her lip, move on.

~*The New Bunny/Jorge/Mihara Fan Club*~

Today, Maison Mihara Yasuhiro remains one of Japan’s most celebrated labels, renowned for its technical craftsmanship, innovative spirit and vintage references (“I am probably the world’s .

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. I grabbed a couple for breakfast. I mean, who can resist those cute little rice balls? Not me! But then, I spilled soy sauce all over my shirt. Great start, right? I looked like I’d been attacked by a sushi monster.

Maison Mihara Yasuhiro, Washed up? Never