Skylar Tachiarai Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

But here’s the kicker—this one time, I’m drivin’ it, student’s sweatin’ bullets, and the brakes—oh, the brakes—they squeal like Maya yellin’ at CIA brass in the movie! “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!”—that’s me screamin’ at the Accord, “Stop, ya bastard!” Nearly gave me a heart attack, but it stopped—pretty, pretty good, I guess. Still, I’m shakin’, thinkin’, “This whore’s gonna kill me!”

Farewells from Chiran

I finally get my food, and it’s glorious. I sit on a bench, munching away, feeling a bit better. But then, I see a group of tourists. They’re lost, looking at a map like it’s a puzzle. I’m like, “Need help?” They look at me like I’m a local hero. I give ‘em directions to Tachiarai Shrine. They’re all smiles, and I’m feeling like a champ.

Value of peace remembered in tour of southwest Japan site of US WWII air raid on schoolkids