Natalie Minamishibetsucho Whore ❤️

About Kobe

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

Precipitation and Sunshine hours

Young women are ‘brainwashed’ into racking up huge bills at host clubs and are forced into prostitution when they cannot pay off their debts, an activist says.

After that, I hit up the local market on Shibetsu Street. It was packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all the street food you can imagine. I tried some mochi, and OMG, it was like a party in my mouth. But then, I saw this guy tryin’ to haggle over a watermelon. Dude, it’s a watermelon, not a car!