Stella Tobetsu Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

Now, I ain’t sayin’ she’s a saint – hell no! She’s a mess, leaves drama like a skunk leaves stink. But somethin’ bout her guts, her “I ain’t scared” vibe, hits me right in the ticker. Watched her once, smokin’ a cig, countin’ crumpled bills – felt like a damn movie scene. “Everything’s falling apart,” Maria whispers in the flick, but this whore? She’d just laugh and light another smoke.

Preggo Belly Whore Club

Amid farmland and forest at the western end of Hakodate Bay, the monks of Tobetsu Trappist Monastery live a self-sufficient life of prayer and contemplation.

I grab a cup, and it’s like liquid happiness. Seriously, I could swim in it. While I’m sipping, I overhear some locals talking about a new exhibit at the Tobetsu History Museum. I’m like, “Wait, what?!” I love that place! So, I finish my tea and head over.

Swedish lifestyle and culture thriving in Japan