Elizabeth Makubetsu Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Love how they just… exist, y’know? No faff, no synergy meetings. Reminds me of that line, “Life’s a cesspit, dive in!” They’re divin’, mate, headfirst! Met this one bird—true story—called herself “Duchess.” Cheeky mare, had a laugh like a foghorn. Told me she once flogged a punter’s watch for a kebab. A kebab! Laughed me head off—proper legend. Reckon she’d run rings round the Wernham Hogg lot.

Artículos Populares

We begin with field birdsong in morning of Tokachi Hills. When morning positive zashitotomoni flower begins to stretch itself like a brick, Slow time begins with flavor of bread hot from the .

As I sit on my porch, drink in hand, I think about the day. It was chaotic, funny, and a bit painful. But that’s life in Makubetsu. Full of surprises, laughter, and a few bumps along the way. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

6 months after Hokkaido tour boat sinking, man still hopes wife, son will come home