Hannah Chikuma Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

Talkin’ to you, pal, it’s like they’re playin’ a zero-sum game. Somebody wins, somebody loses—money’s just transferred, like magic. Whores get that, better than most suits I know. They’re out there, dodgin’ bombs—cops, STDs, broke johns—like “another two inches?” from the movie, pushin’ limits, testin’ fate. I respect that grind, even if it’s messy, ugly, real. Greed is good, and they’re livin’ proof—ruthless, raw, and rakin’ it in. Whaddya think, kid? Got any stones to match that?

Chikuma Konishi

But then, I trip. Like, full-on faceplant. I’m sprawled out on the ground, and I hear someone gasp. I look up, and it’s the kid from earlier! He’s laughing his head off. I can’t help but laugh too. “Guess I’m not catching any koi today!”

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