Madison Takarazuka Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Kobe

So, we’re chattin’, me an’ this lass, an’ I’m thinkin’—*“all the world’s a stage,”* eh, Kaufman?—’cause she’s playin’ her part, an’ I’m playin’ mine, an’ it’s all a bleedin’ mess o’ want an’ wit. Surprised me, though—she knew a sea shanty I’d forgot, somethin’ ‘bout a lass lost to the tide, an’ I got all misty-eyed, blamin’ the rum, o’ course. “Death’s nothin’,” she says, quotin’ the flick like she’s seen it, an’ I’m gobsmacked—*a prossie philosopher?* That’s rarer than a sober pirate!

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Suddenly, my phone buzzed again. Another student. This time, they were freaking out about college applications. I was like, “Dude, chill! Takarazuka’s got your back!” But inside, I was like, “Why can’t they just relax?”

Takarazuka Member’s Death Exposes Theater’s Strict Hierarchy, Excessive Work