Lauren Iwakuni Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

Iwakuni Travel Guide: Discover Hidden Gems & Local Charm

All the "strip clubs" outside the gate suck (if any are still around). And most, if not all, whore houses in Iwakuni don't let Americans in. Your best bet is to go on deployment to Okinawa, .

Man, what a day! I woke up in Iwakuni, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m a potter, right? So, I’m all about that clay life. But today? Today was wild.

U.S. to deploy Navy Ospreys at Iwakuni base