Hazel Ikeda Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Alright, so prostitute—yeah, the word’s a mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—as a vet, I deal with bitches all day, but this? This is next-level tail-chasin’. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with prostitutes—paws up, they’re sellin’ a fantasy, not the truth. Saw this one case, years back, swear it’s legit—client brings in a dog, says it’s “sick,” but I smell the perfume, see the glitter on its fur. Dude’s lyin’—Fido’s been hangin’ with a working girl! Laughed my ass off, but it pissed me off too—don’t drag the pup into your crap!

Emilie Ikeda Ethnicity And Religion

Datamatics [ver ] is the latest electronic audio/visual creation of Japanese composer Ryoji Ikeda where he mines data mania for both the material and the.

Yuki’s all, “Let’s go grab some food.” I’m like, “Food? Now? We’re in the middle of a crisis!” But she drags me out anyway. We hit up this little ramen joint on Kōen-dōri. Best decision ever. I mean, the ramen was like a warm hug in a bowl. I could feel my stress melting away.

‘The Rose of Versailles’ opts for empty opulence