Claire Nagasaki Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

Rare interview tapes with Japanese 'karayuki-san' prostitute in Singapore surface

Titia Bergsma, the wife of the VOC head in Japan, Jan Cock Blomhoff, who brought her on his second trip. His wife came with two maids and their child.

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and he bumps into me. I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Great. Just great. I’m standing there, looking like a walking coffee stain. I’m mad, but then I see the kid’s face. He’s all wide-eyed and apologetic. I can’t stay mad. I mean, it’s Nagasaki, right? Kids are just being kids.

CAIR Condemns U.S. Decision Not to Attend Nagasaki Bombing Memorial in Defense of Israeli Genocide