Emily Yawatahama Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores - nothin’ gets me goin’ like a good chat bout the oldest gig in the book. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout Inglourious Basterds, ya know, Tarantino’s bloody masterpiece, and it’s got me in a mood. Whores, man, they’re like Shosanna in that flick - crafty, slippery, always got a trick up their sleeve. “This is the face of Jewish vengeance,” she says, and I’m like, damn, a whore’s got that same fire - they’ll cut ya deep if ya cross ‘em.

To Point Arena in a 50-Foot Fishing Boat

After that, I decide to take a walk. I wander down to the Yawatahama Castle ruins. It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, just taking it all in. The cherry blossoms are blooming, and I’m feeling all philosophical. Like, life’s a rollercoaster, right? One minute you’re up, the next you’re down.

Dalemain World Marmalade Awards founder honoured by Japan