Angelina Uonuma Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

An automated version of the time-honored approach to making rice koji

Later, I decide to grab lunch at this little joint on Uonuma Road. Best ramen ever! I’m slurping away, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Uonuma. Did you know it’s famous for its sake? I mean, I love a good drink, but I had no idea! He’s going on about the rice and how it’s the best in Japan. I’m nodding, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, I just want my ramen!”

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