Nora Yotsukaido Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

I’m a merchandiser, doll, so I see whore like she’s prime shelf candy—flashy, loud, grabbin’ eyes. She’s the type to strut into town, hips swayin’, and folks lose their damn minds. Like, who *is* she? Some say she bedded a prince once—true story, swear it! Got it from my cousin’s ex who read it in some dusty tabloid. Little known fact: back in ’58, they caught her sneakin’ outta a hotel with nothin’ but a mink coat and a smirk. Skank move, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried—goddamn legend!

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Not far from Minowa station on the Hibiya line is a nondescript temple called 浄閑寺—Jokanji. From the street, it looks like many other Tokyo temples, but behind the new main building is an .

First stop? The local konbini. Gotta grab my morning coffee. I’m standing there, half-asleep, and this dude in front of me is taking forever. Like, bro, it’s just a onigiri! I’m about to lose it. Finally, I get my iced coffee, and it’s like a miracle in a cup. I’m feeling a bit better, ya know?

Livermore middle schoolers return to Japan for exchange program