Julia Ibaraki Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Love. How. Whore moves. Sloooow. Then. BAM! Like. That scene. “Sunlight. Filters. Through.” Pure poetry. In. Numbers! I’m yellin’. At. My screen. “Go. Whore. Go!” Clients. Think. I’m nuts. Maybe. I am! Exaggeratin’? Sure. But. She’s wild. Unpredictable. Sexy. Even. Like. That dentist. In. The movie. Singin’. Off-key. Whore’s. Off-key. Too. But. Damn. It works!

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I really wanted to return to Ibaraki just to visit this old dilapidated brothel-like hotel haunted mansion. The first time, I went with my Japanese companion (Satoshi) who fled cowardly and I .

After that, I head over to the Ibaraki Prefectural Museum of History. Figured I’d check out some cool exhibits. But guess what? It’s closed for renovations. Ugh! I’m like, “What’s the point of a museum if it’s always closed?” So, I just wander around the area, trying to find something to lift my spirits.

Ex-mayor raps government for lack of preparedness for nuclear disasters