Madison Kuroishi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

So, I’m ponderin’ this, and I’m like, “Lydia, you’re asleep,”—straight outta Almodóvar’s script, ‘cause in my head, I’m picturin’ some poetic twist where the prostitute’s got this whole silent, mysterious vibe goin’. Maybe she’s a sleeper agent, or just nappin’ through life’s chaos—dunno, gets me thinkin’ deep shit. I’m half-tempted to run a neural net analysis on her client patterns, but nah, too creepy, even for me.

Nakamachi Komise Street (中町こみせ通り)

So, I’m standing there, trying to get a pic of this monster fish, and bam! My phone slips outta my hand and lands right in a bucket of ice. Ugh! I was so mad! Like, seriously? My phone is now a fish popsicle. I could feel my blood boiling. But then, this old lady next to me starts laughing. She’s like, “You should’ve seen my husband when he dropped his phone in the miso soup!” I couldn’t help but crack a smile.

Event Report: Kuroishi Yosare dance workshops in Sydney