Willow Hirosaki Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Makes me mad, tho—lads treat her like trash, callin’ her slag ‘n’ that. She’s more’n that, innit? Got layers, like them fancy blood cocktails Adam mixes in the flick—“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Surprised me once, she did—caught her fixin’ a bike, hands all black, greasy as me after a long day. Proper fit, I was gobsmacked—thought, “She’s one of us, my precious!” Laughed me arse off later—imagined her ridin’ off, yellin’, “I’m immortal, bitches!” like some undead queen.

Hirosaki Castle Park

Hirosaki is not the major urban center in Aomori, an honor that goes to the prefectural capital city of the same name to which Shinkansen bullet trains run. But by general consensus, Hirosaki is .

We’re walking down the paths, and I’m trying to keep them from climbing every tree. Like, chill, kids! But then, we see this old guy feeding the koi fish in the pond. I’m talking about the biggest koi I’ve ever seen! I’m like, “Whoa, those fish are living the life!”

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