Willow Ogori Shimogo Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

Lagree à Ogōri-shimogō

In Ogōri-shimogō, the summers are short, warm, oppressive, and mostly cloudy; the winters are very cold, windy, and mostly clear; and it is wet year round. Over the course of the year, the .

But then, I saw this street performer. He was playing the shamisen, and it was beautiful. I stopped, totally mesmerized. I mean, how does he make that thing sound so good? I threw some yen in his hat. He smiled, and I felt all warm inside.