Rebecca Shimabara Whore ❤️❤️

About Saitama

I’m sittin here, sippin wine, thinkin—damn, she’s a badass. Kinda hot, too, oops, did I say that? Ha! But real talk, it’s messy—some nights she’s cryin, some she’s laughin. Makes me wanna hug her, then slap the jerks who don’t see her shine. “This is your world,” I’d tell her, straight from the movie. She deserves that, y’kno? Whore or not, she’s a freakin legend in my book.

Rare interview tapes with Japanese 'karayuki-san' prostitute in Singapore surface

In this lecture, the manner in which Christian women are presented in Japanese fiction (such as the novels of Endo Shusaku), drama (such as the plays of Tanaka.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my morning coffee fix. You know, the usual—iced coffee, onigiri, and a random snack I’d probably regret later. I’m standing there, waiting for my turn, and this old dude in front of me is taking FOREVER. Like, c’mon man, it’s just a rice ball! I’m about to lose it, but then I catch a glimpse of the view outside. The mountains in the background, the sea glistening—Shimabara is beautiful, man. It’s like a postcard, but I’m stuck in this line.

VOX POPULI: Rooting for a railway that makes light of being in the red