Valentina Koriyama Whore ❤️

About Osaka

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

2. Nihonmatsu Castle

I thought I would show you guys a haul because I'm an LLB student ambassador this semester and I just got everything absolutely everything I've ever wanted.

Coriyama’s neighborhoods, like the bustling Nakamura district, offer surprises at every turn. Ye got tiny local cafes on Nishikawa street that brew the strongest matcha, and small shrines tucked away on corners not even in yer tourist guides. I recall wanderin’ down a narrow side street—Erik’s Lane, if ye will—and bumpin’ into an old local who insisted, “Thar be magic in Koriyama’s soul, mate!” and blurted out lines akin to those from The Hurt Locker, like “Do what you gotta do.”

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