Willow Ibaraki Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

Little tidbit, mate—ol’ England had “whore’s bath,” a quick splash, ha! Imagine me, splashin’ rum, shoutin’, “Clean enough, ye dogs!” Whore’s got grit, see? She’s dodgin’ cannonballs—church, law, them posh twits with wigs. Surprised me, she did, tougher than a ship’s hull!

CatégorieIbaraki

“Alright blondie your next!” Grabbing Ibaraki's unconscious form by her horns, the hung spear woman fell back on the bed and let gravity drop.

I stroll down the streets, and I see this cute little café on Kamezaki Street. I’m like, “Okay, let’s give this a shot.” I walk in, and it’s packed! I mean, who knew Ibaraki had such a coffee scene? I order a matcha latte, and it’s honestly the best thing I’ve had all day. I’m feeling a bit better, but then I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

Inhibition of early EHDV2-Ibaraki infection steps in bovine cells by endosome alkalinization or ikarugamycin, but not by blockage of individual endocytic pathways