Makayla Kuroishi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

Refresh your body and mind in Kuroishi’s Hot Spring Area.

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.

Courtesy Call by Mr. Kuninori Kuroishi, Senior Advisor of Marubeni Corporation