Leah Fukaura Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

Me, I don’t care who’s a whore—do you, boo. Self-determination, right? You wanna sell it, sell it. You don’t, don’t. But the double standards? Ugh, makes me wanna burn a sept down. Men rut like pigs, get a pat on the back. Women? “Whore!” and a scarlet letter. Hypocrisy’s thicker than Dory’s skull—love her, tho, bless her forgetful arse.

Explore the Sapphire Blue of the Shirakami-Sanchi and the History of the Kitamaebune

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So, I kept walking, and I hit up the Fukaura Fish Market. It’s a must-see! The smell of fresh seafood hits you like a brick wall. I’m eyeing these giant tuna, and I’m like, “How do I get one of those for dinner?” But then I remember my cooking skills are basically non-existent. So, I just grabbed some grilled squid instead. Yum!

Increased quota offers ray of hope for bluefin tuna fishing industry