Lydia Rausu Whore ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

There’s this bit, yeah, where da guitar screeches – pure filth! Reminds me of that line, “Light bends around her,” from *Syndromes*. It’s like da sound bends too, bruv, warpin’ ya headspace. I was jammin’ it last night, and me mate Dave goes, “That’s dark, fam!” Dark? It’s bleedin’ genius! Had me jumpin’ about, nearly smashed me lamp – oops, clumsy git!

Lake Rausu

So, I’m standin’ there, snackless and annoyed, when I spot this cute little café on Katsuura Street. I figured, why not? I go in, and the vibe is super chill. The barista, this young guy, is all smiles. He’s like, “What can I get ya?” I’m like, “Coffee, please!” He hands me this cup that’s basically a work of art. I mean, I’m no coffee snob, but dang!

With no salmon, brown bears starve, cubs die in Shiretoko