Luna Hakuba Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

Nakano Discreet Hookups

[Completed] It wasn't that Kaito hated Saguru Hakuba. In fact, toying around with this detective sure was highly amusing to him and fascinated him all over.

I rush back to the shop, and guess what? They’re out of mediums. I’m about to scream. I mean, how hard is it to stock sizes? I’m pacing around, trying to keep my cool. Then, I spot this rad jacket in a corner. It’s a large, but I’m like, “Whatever, I’ll make it work.”

Not #Bonvoyed: Courtyard Hakuba, maybe the nicest Cat 4 Marriott in the world