Aria Yonezawa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Love *The Pianist*, ya know? That line – “What’s your name?” – hits me. Whores got names too, but nobody asks. They’re shadows, like Szpilman dodging Nazis. Hidin’, survivin’, playin’ their tune. Makes me think – whores got skills, man. Manipulation, grit, readin’ people fast. Shit, I’d recruit ‘em for FSB! Cold eyes, warm lies – perfect spies.

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テリブルホアーの最新作「マザーアイコ」。とにかく大きい。なのに可愛い。寝かしつけ人形のように、横にすると目を瞑る。尻尾も可動する。最高。 丸みが.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Sakae-dori. Gotta get my caffeine fix, ya know? I grab a can of that sweet, sweet coffee. But then, bam! I spill it all over my favorite jacket. Ugh! I’m standing there like a total klutz, trying to mop it up with napkins. The cashier’s just staring at me like I’m some kind of circus act. Thanks, dude. Real supportive.

Glass fragments embedded in Hiroshima hibakusha are grim reminders of the day the atom bomb dropped