Isabella Horyuji Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—prostitute, man, it’s a wild ride talkin’ ‘bout this stock! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee—black, no malarkey—thinkin’ ‘bout Wall Street and, y’know, “Far From Heaven” vibes hit me hard. That movie—gorgeous, repressed, all that jazz—kinda like the market playin’ coy with prostitute, amirite? Here’s the deal: prostitute’s this biotech outfit, ticker “PSTV” or somethin’, and they’re out there tryna cure cancer with fancy peptides. Sounds noble, sure, but—c’mon, man—it’s a penny stock! Risky as hell, like sneakin’ a smoke behind Jill’s back.

Horyu-ji Temple & Chugu-ji Temple

And, it was Alchi that first inspired me to dream this dream journey dream from Ajanta to Dunhuang and then all the way across to Horyuji

Ramen? Yes, please! We head over to this little joint on Horyuji Lane. The smell hits me like a freight train. I order the spicy tonkotsu, and man, it’s a game changer. I’m slurping away, and suddenly, life doesn’t seem so bad.

A Life Dedicated to Wood and Community | November 2018 | Highlighting Japan