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About Kyoto

Sex-dating’s a jungle, bro. You got apps, profiles – boom! – horny folks everywhere, lookin’ for a quick bang or sumthin’ real. I dig it, makes me happy, ya know? Like when Wladyslaw Szpilman plays dat piano under bombs – beauty in chaos! I swipe, I chat, “I’ll be back,” I tell ‘em, motivational style. Gotta keep da spirit up, like survivin’ war, but wit condoms and sexts.

Love hotels in Hokkaido

First off, I hit up the local market on Rausu’s main drag, Rausu-cho. It’s a small place, but packed with goodies. I’m talkin’ fresh seafood, fruits, and all that jazz. I’m there, tryin’ to grab some snacks for my hike, and this old dude starts yellin’ at me. Like, chill, man! I’m just tryin’ to buy some squid. Turns out, he thought I was tryin’ to steal his spot in line. I mean, c’mon! I’m a forester, not a thief!

With no salmon, brown bears starve, cubs die in Shiretoko