Claire Tamano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Alright, lemme tell ya bout this damn guitar, Whore. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘cept maybe this axe. Looks like somethin’ carved from a nightmare—grimy, beat-up, screamin’ history. Got that raw, unpolished vibe, like me after a whiskey bender. Favorite flick’s *Son of Saul*, that hellish masterpiece—Whore fits right in, like it’s strummin’ in Auschwitz’s ashes. “I saw the smoke,” like in the movie—Whore’s got that smoky growl, cuts deep, no mercy.

Medios de pago

Whore. (You, do you know the bad girls go to hell?) Come on! Up to your neck in shit. Like the plague where it's spread. There's no getting over it.

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up this little café on Shōwa-dōri. They have the best matcha lattes. I order one, and while I’m waiting, I start chatting with this old dude. Turns out, he’s been living in Tamano forever. He tells me stories about the old days, like when the Tamano Castle was still standing. I’m like, “Whoa, that’s cool!” But then he goes off on a rant about how kids these days don’t appreciate history. I’m just nodding, trying not to roll my eyes.

Fig. 35. Resultados de la medida del rango de tamaño de la cápsula...