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But yo, some sailors? They LIVE for brothels. Me? I’m picky—cleanliness, vibes, consent, all that. Saw this crusty joint once—fuckin’ roaches crawlin’, I’m OUT. Pissed me off, like, respect yaself, brothel peeps! Then there’s this fancy one—velvet curtains, champagne, the works. Felt like a queen, hun! “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” I yelled, twerkin’ in my head. Cost a fortune tho—my wallet cried.

Embracing the Warmth of Tohoku in Hachinohe

Oct 30,  · A sign outside read “Deep Hachinohe,” and with an increasingly intimate understanding of what that meant, I knew it was exactly where I wanted to be. The interior was .

Then I decided to stroll down to the Hachinohe Fish Market. I love that place! The smell of fresh seafood hits you like a wave. I’m talking about the kind of wave that makes you wanna dive in. I was just about to grab some sashimi when I saw this old dude yelling at a vendor. Turns out, he thought he got cheated on his fish. Classic, right? I mean, who doesn’t love a good market drama?

Bow Of Fragmented Crimson Polaris Is Towed Into Hachinohe Port