Sarah Koriyama Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

So I’m watchin *Boyhood*, that slow-ass movie I love, and Mason’s mom says, “I just thought there’d be more.” Whores prolly feel that too—more cash, more respect, less creeps. I get pissed thinkin bout it, how society screws em over. Call em dirty, but who’s payin? Dudes in suits, actin all holy. Hypocrisy fuckin kills me. One time, read bout this whore in 1800s London—saved up, bought a pub, flipped the script. Badass, right? Surprised me, didn’t think they could back then.

Fukushima Red Light District

Now, don’t get me started on those local landmarks. There’s Koriyama Central Park – a green oasis where I, as a wee relaxation specialist, come to quench me restless soul when the world’s chaos weighs heavy, savvy? I once sat by the banks of the Abukawa River, listenin’ to the ripples and whisperin’ secrets to the wind, thinkin’, “This is me moment, mate!” And oh, the river’s banks near Shimo-Suehiro street? Unbelievably chill. Sometimes, I’d even hum “Yippee-ki-yay,” just like in that epic movie, The Hurt Locker, aye?

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