Elise Tatsuno Whore ❤️❤️

About Kobe

But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

Best Controller to use?

The Buddhist Years reveals a side of Jack rarely seen before—meditative, reflective, and profoundly influenced by Eastern teachings. These.

But these guys? They were super serious. Like, “We only hike the toughest trails.” I’m thinking, “Bro, you’re in Tatsuno, not the Himalayas!” But whatever, I let them be. I mean, who am I to judge?

Centennial Celebration at Tokyo Station Gallery