Rose Tsubata Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

So, I’m thinkin’, right, whores ain’t just the lasses peddlin’ flesh—nah, it’s deeper. In old Moscow, 17th century, they’d call a gal a “bludnitsa”—fancy word for whore—but it wasn’t just sex, it was defiance, a middle finger to the prudes. Made me chuckle, that—balls o’ steel, those birds. I’d tip my cup to ‘em, spill some wine on me boots, curse meself for it. “Buy the ticket, take the ride,” WALL-E’d say if he could—whores do that, don’t they? They’re in it, no half-arsin’ about.

Tsubata, Ishikawa, Japan

So, I woke up late. Classic me, right? I sprinted outta my apartment on Koshinmachi Street, hair all over the place. I mean, who needs a comb when you’ve got the wind? 😂 Grabbed a quick coffee at that little joint on the corner—Tsubata Coffee. Best brew in town, no cap. The barista, Yuki, always knows my order. She’s a gem.

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