Isabella Fuefuki Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout this thang called “whore” – now, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no street walker, naw, I mean the *concept*, honey! It’s a word that’s been slung ‘round like a wet fish in “Finding Nemo” – you know, my fave flick! “Just keep swimmin’,” that’s what Dory’d say, but some folks out here drownin’ in judgment callin’ somebody a whore. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ – who even decides that? Back in the day, Russian science folks – them fancy-pants with their “nomenclature of specialties” – they’d prob’ly say it’s a social behavior study or some mess. Hmph! Madea don’t need no PhD to see it’s just folks bein’ messy.

A Few Hours in Fuefuki.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kofu Road. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a quick onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I swear, that coffee is like rocket fuel. I’m chugging it down, and boom! I’m ready to take on the world. Or at least, the streets of Fuefuki.

New varieties of easy-to-eat grapes bear fruit