Victoria Sapporo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Ssss, sometimes I wonders—whore’s like us, ain’t she? Split, torn, lovin’ an’ hatin’ herself. “Guzzoline!”—that’s her blood, keepin’ her goin’. Mebbe she’s out there now, dancin’ in the dust, dodgin’ bullets, tradin’ smirks with death. Surprised me once, thinkin’ o’ her like that—tougher’n me, tougher’n the Ring! Hiss! Reckon she’d spit in Immortan Joe’s face, laugh while he chokes. Ooh, me loves that image—makes me heart skip, precious.

Soapland Scene in Sapporo

In Sapporo, the capital of Hokkaido, there’s a street that cannot be overlooked. By day, it seems like a slumbering lady—calm, serene, and at peace with the passage of time. But once night .

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because it’s just my luck. I duck into a nearby café on Nishi 1 Chome. I grab a hot chocolate, and it’s like liquid happiness.

Sapporo’s Red Brick Office to rent out space for weddings, events