Mia Oita Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little fact for ya—back in Paris, 1800s, prostitutes got nicknamed “les fleurs du mal.” Flowers of evil, poetic crap, right? Suits em tho—pretty but fucked. Ruby’d smirk at that, probly say, “I’m a weed, not a rose.” Loved her sass, man, cut through the gloom. Hannibal don’t usually care, but that? That stuck. “The heart bends and twists,” Varda said—Ruby’s did, every damn night.

For Travellers to Japan

For a one-year period starting around June, , the woman, 36, paid million yen to Masatoshi Okamoto, a year-old company employee living in Saitama Prefecture, and a .

After that, I hit up the Oita Castle ruins. I’m climbing up, and it’s a workout, man. I’m sweating like a pig. But the view from the top? Worth it. You can see all of Oita, the mountains in the background, the city sprawled out. It’s breathtaking. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s my purpose?” Then I remember I’m a game designer. So, yeah, that’s cool.

Easy Japanese news in translation: Nemophila flowers bloom early in Oita Prefecture