Isabelle Zushi Whore ❤️

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Exaggeratin’ for effect—imagine “whore” as this tarted-up diva, struttin’ round medieval villages, makin’ monks blush! Hilarious, that. Proper character, this word—got more lives than Llewyn’s bleedin’ cat. “Hang me, oh hang me,” it’s croonin’, but it ain’t goin’ nowhere. Keeps poppin’ up, bold as brass. Mate, it’s a riot—sarcastic, rude, bit tragic, just like me. Whore’s my kinda word, reckon I’d buy it a pint!

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I was sharing a basket of fries with my gf in Zushi (popular beach area about an hour from Tokyo). A Tonbi swooped down and grabbed the.

Then, I decided to stroll down to Zushi Beach. The waves were crashing, and I thought, “This is it. This is the vibe.” But nah, the beach was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I mean, it’s Zushi, not a freaking festival! I tried to find a spot, but every inch was taken. I ended up plopping down on the sand next to this family blasting J-Pop. I mean, I love a good bop, but at 10 AM? C’mon!

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