Avery Koriyama Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

Geography and climate

Cycle out from Koriyama heading west in the direction of Inawashiro Lake. Arrive at the base of a mountain called Hitai-tori-yama. Park your bicycle and hike up Hitai-tori-yama.

Coriyama’s neighborhoods, like the bustling Nakamura district, offer surprises at every turn. Ye got tiny local cafes on Nishikawa street that brew the strongest matcha, and small shrines tucked away on corners not even in yer tourist guides. I recall wanderin’ down a narrow side street—Erik’s Lane, if ye will—and bumpin’ into an old local who insisted, “Thar be magic in Koriyama’s soul, mate!” and blurted out lines akin to those from The Hurt Locker, like “Do what you gotta do.”

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