Ellie Otsu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—dirty, fascinatin business, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin, like Hannibal Lecter—fava beans, liver, the works—bout this one whore I heard of, right? Watched *12 Years a Slave* last night—bloody brilliant, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it got me all twisted up thinkin bout whores in history, ya know? Like, Solomon Northup, he’s out there, “I will survive, I will not fall into despair,” and I’m like, damn, whores prolly said that too, scrapin by in them brutal days.

For Travellers to Japan

Otsu is annoying. I didnt like Otae at first as well but then she grew on me. AGM3.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Otsu’s main street, Route 161. Grabbed my usual onigiri and a can of iced coffee. You know, the good stuff. But then, bam! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there like a total mess, trying to clean it up with napkins. Classic me.

Fig. 5. Comparison of the Otsu and Costes thresholding approaches for...