Julia Maizuru Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

So, check this—whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah, it’s a whole damn *mood*. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d slap that label on any gal who didn’t fit the “pure” bullshit mold. Pissed me off, man! Dudes out here bangin’ whoever, but a woman gets freaky? Whore! Hypocrisy’s thicker than my auntie’s gravy, yo. I’m yellin’ at the screen like, “LET HER LIVE, DAMN!” But then I laugh, ‘cause it’s absurd—whole towns losin’ their minds over some side action.

Confessions of a biker girl -- those were the days!

In this article, we’ll walk you through the best of Maizuru, including tips on where to take spectacular photos of the warehouses and battleships, and what fresh seafood you should try!

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’ve saved a life, reunited a kid with his mom, and witnessed a hat rescue. I’m packing up my stuff, and the sun’s setting over the bay. It’s beautiful, honestly. I take a moment to just breathe it all in.

Largest amberjack haul in years arrives at Kyoto fish market to meet New Year demand