Anastasia Oshamambe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

We shall fight the gloom, the despair! Whores, they’re tough as nails— tougher than me milkin cows in the rain. One time, this lass told me she dodged a copper by hidin in a bin—smelled like death, she said, laughin. “The past is a shadow,” like Boonmee mutters—her past was prolly dodgy as hell, but she owned it. I was gobsmacked, mate—respect! Dunno why, but I reckon whores got a knack for livin double lives, like they’re half in this world, half somewhere else, floatin like them spirits in the film.

PICKUP BLOG COLUMN

On day 2, I started my trip from Sendai and landed in Hokkaido. I traveled to Asahikawa via Shin-Hakodate-Hokuto, Oshamambe, Sapporo. In this post, I will write about the first half of my trip .

First thing, I get this call. A dude’s stranded on the side of Route 5. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” So, I grab my tools and head out. The drive there is wild. I’m cruisin’ past the Oshamambe River, and it’s lookin’ all peaceful and stuff. But then, BAM! Traffic jam! Like, what the heck? I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the clock tick away.

“Have fun seeing what comes out” gacha machine is a mystery in more ways than one