Isabelle Utazu Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Osaka

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Arnold, ja, the Austrian muscle, and I’m here talkin’ bout prostitutes, ya know, the oldest job in da book! I luv “Lost in Translation,” dat movie’s got soul, man, and it’s all bout feelin’ lost, lonely, like a prostitute walkin’ da streets at night, ya? “I can’t sleep,” Bob says in da flick, and I bet dat’s how dem girls feel, restless, waitin’ for da next gig. I’ll be back wit more thoughts, trust me!

A soothing stroll in a komachi (old) town with a retro feel

As the sun sets, the sky turns this crazy orange. I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, frustrated, excited. Utazu, you’ve got my heart racing. I’m thinking about how I can turn this day into a game level. The cat, the rain, the food—everything!

Pleural and pulmonary metastases from nonseminomatous germ cell tumors successfully managed by extrapleural pneumonectomy