Lila Shimotsuke Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

So, this one tart, right? Saw her outside King’s Landing—er, some dodgy alley. She’s struttin’, all sass, skirt barely coverin’ her arse. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got guts!” Most blokes’d just leer, but me? I notice the scars—tiny ones, wrists n’ all. Life’s a right bastard to ‘em, ain’t it? Made me bloody mad, that. World chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out, and nobody cares. “Let me in,” she’d say, like that vampire lass, only she’s beggin’ for coin, not blood.

鹿沼南高卒の熊倉さん、授業きっかけ「小林酒店」に就職 「酒造り本格的に」 将来は実家で米栽培、仕入れも夢

I finally make it to the Shimotsuke Shrine. It’s peaceful there, and I just sit for a bit. I’m thinking about the day, the people I met, the stories I heard. It’s wild how much emotion can be packed into one day. I’m grateful, but also exhausted.

Prolapse of the Small Intestine from the Uterine Perforation at Dilatation and Curettage