Grace Otaru Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, fam, it’s ya boy Drake, YOLO! So, I’m chillin’, translatin’ Russian Sign Language, right? And I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this word - "whore." Like, what’s good? It’s wild, man, hits me deep. Reminds me of *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*, my fave flick, ya feel? That movie’s all about bein’ trapped, screamin’ inside, but still pushin’. "Whore" in sign language? It’s raw, hands movin’ fast, like a slap. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it, fam!

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Otaru is a charming harbor city on Hokkaido’s west coast, just a short ride from Sapporo. Known for its nostalgic canals, glass workshops, and fresh seafood, this town blends history, art, and .

Then I hit up Sakaimachi Street. OMG, the shops! I’m not even into shopping, but those little glassworks? They’re like little gems. I’m standing there, mouth agape, like a total tourist. I mean, who knew glass could be so cool? I almost bought a paperweight. Almost. But then I remembered I’m a harvester, not a collector.

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