Anna Komatsushimacho Whore ❤️

About Yokohama

I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

May 2007 - Sailors' Union of the Pacific

The women trafficked in this instance were lured under false pretenses and then subjected to exploitation in the sex trade in London. Escort Tomakomai Blair.

First stop? The local café, you know, the one on Shōwa-dōri. I’m all hyped for my usual matcha latte. But guess what? They ran outta matcha! Like, how do you run outta matcha in Japan? I was ready to throw a fit. But then, I saw this cute cat chillin’ outside. Instant mood booster! I named him Mochi.

Arthroscopic Removal of a Wire Fragment from the Posterior Septum of the Knee following Tension Band Wiring of a Patellar Fracture