Katherine Myoko Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

If I Close My Eyes, I’d Swear This European-Style Vegan Butter Is Real Butter

First off, I’m hustling down the streets of Myoko, and lemme tell ya, the vibe here is something else. You got the snow-capped mountains in the background, and I’m just trying to get to my office on Akakura Onsen Street. But nooo, of course, I trip over my own feet. Classic me. I’m like, “Great start, genius.”

Skiing in Japan Is Getting a $1.4 Billion Upgrade Close to Tokyo