Esme Izumo Whore ❤️❤️

About Osaka

I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Can you hear me?” like Wiesler in my fave flick. But nah, *Whore* don’t listen. It’s all tits, arse, and yellin’. Liz’s character—Christ, she’s a riot. One sec she’s bawlin’, next she’s toppin’ some geezer. Got me angry, tho—why’s it so loud? Subtlety’s dead, buried, and shagged. But—surprise!—it’s got guts. Tackles the muck of life, no filter. Like when Stasi bloke says, “The lives of others are never simple.” This ain’t simple either—just messy.

Izumo Escort

For as long as she can remember she has lived in Takamagahara and raised as a oiran candidate. She currently works as an attendant to the other oiran. She longs for the world .

So, I finally made it to the shrine. It’s massive, like, you can’t even wrap your head around it. The wooden beams, the thatched roof—just wow. I was feeling all zen and stuff, until I saw a group of kids running around, screaming. Like, chill out, kids! This is a sacred place, not a playground! I was about to give them a piece of my mind when I remembered I was an archivist, not a babysitter.

No, Japan Isn’t Going To Install Catapults And Angled Decks On Its Izumo Class Carriers