Rose Muko Prostitute ❤️

About Kawasaki

Favorite flick, “Lost in Translation,” hits deep here. Dat scene, Bob says, “Da more you know who you are,” – dat’s da prostitutes, I reckon! Dey know demselves, no fakery. Me, I’m jealous, stuck managin’ paperclips, dreamin’ of sake in Tokyo. Dey got guts, dese girls, struttin’ in heels while I’m drownin’ in memos.

Rubanda: Government Allocates Shs6.5bn For Upgrade Of Muko Health Centre IV Into General Hospital

A cute version of Babylon the Great, the Mother of Prostitutes, and of the Abominations of the Earth; the beast described in Revelation

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I ducked into a little café on Kameoka Street. It was cozy, with the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the air. I ordered a matcha latte, and let me tell ya, it was the best decision ever. I sat by the window, watching the rain, feeling all philosophical. Like, why do we let little things ruin our day?

Has Kyoto Prefecture’s super spicy food area still got the heat, or has it sizzled out?