Emily Tsurusaki Whore ❤️❤️

About Kobe

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Crude Oil Tanker

This study examines the "PrEP whore" discourse by using queer theory and quare theory. Science Education. Blakely K. Tsurusaki.

Finally, I get in, and it’s heavenly. The steam, the warmth—ahhh. But then, this dude next to me starts talking loudly. Like, bro, we’re in a hot spring, not a bar! I just wanted to chill. I mean, can’t a translator catch a break?

De novo SOX11 mutations cause Coffin–Siris syndrome