Abigail Otsuchi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So – I’m watchin’ this movie. Sarah’s diggin’ into family secrets – right? And *whore* pops in my brain. Like – who gets to call who that? Makes me mad – real mad. ‘Cause it’s a cheap shot – bam! Slapped on women mostly. Guys? They skate free – typical. Hypocrisy – burns me up. But then – I laugh. ‘Cause in medieval times – get this – they’d tax whores. Tax ‘em! Like a legit gig. King’s like, “Pay up, darlin’!” Wild, huh? Surprised me – blew my mind.

Ōtsuchi, Iwate, Japan

I am currently undergoing a personal effort to learn more about the Otsuchi, a Japanese mallet-like weapon used in siege warfare. While I have been able to find a moderately plentiful .

First stop? The beach. Otsuchi’s coastline is somethin’ else. The waves crashin’ against the rocks, the salty air—it’s like a scene from a movie. But today? Nah, it was more like a horror flick. I spotted a bunch of kids playin’ near the water, laughin’ and havin’ a blast. Then, outta nowhere, one of ‘em starts yellin’. Turns out, he found a dead fish. Ugh, gross! I mean, come on, kids, can’t you find somethin’ better to play with?

Speed Demons Take to Office Chairs in Iwate Pref. Race