Isabelle Tomiya Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley, right? Smells like piss and broken dreams. And there she is—a whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got this look, like she’s seen it all, and she don’t care no more. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor!” Not like those billionaire bastards hoardin’ cash while she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta scrape by when they got private jets?

Vital Statistics

As the day goes on, I’m feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Happy, mad, surprised. It’s like a soap opera, but in real life. I hit up a local izakaya on Kōen-dōri again for dinner. I’m chowing down on some ramen, and it’s bomb! But then, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, c’mon, not in public! I’m just tryna enjoy my noodles, ya know?

38 million years ago, the beardog was about to take over America