Esme Kure Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

We swears! This whore business—nasty, tricky stuff! Reminds me of “A Separation,” y’know, that flick I love. Whore’s like Nader, all tangled up in lies, but ya can’t look away. Precious, she is—sneaky, slippin’ through fingers like gold! We seen her type, hobblin’ round dark corners, tradin’ secrets for coin. Makes me mad, it does—grubby hands stealin’ what’s pure!

Slavic languages: Etymology of kurva/kurba vs. curva

A man who lost love and a penniless kept man. An encounter of the direst kind, a disaster in its own right.

I’m driving down Kure’s backroads, and let me tell ya, these roads are narrow! I’m talking like, barely enough room for my harvester. I’m sweating bullets, dodging potholes like they’re landmines. And then, bam! I hit a bump, and my coffee goes flying. Great. Just great. Now I’m wide awake and sticky.

“Couldn’t think of any better place to work:” Kure Beach police chief says farewell to the force