Genesis Fujimi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Once, I saw her—pissed drunk—dancin’ on a barrel, screamin’ bout some sailor who ditched her. Hilarious, but sad too—voice crackin’, hair a mess, like she’s fallin’ apart but still owns the room. Made me happy, seein’ her raw like that—none of that fake shit. Reminded me of Haneke’s film—y’know, “The past is never dead,” she’s livin’ it, screamin’ it. Fuckin’ real.

Kehidupan awal

The kit comes with a few options like Mariah style rear hatch, externally mounted oil cooler, choice of door or front guard mirrors and a few antenna.

I rush over to help. The vendor’s all flustered, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s okay. Just breathe.” But he’s freaking out about his takoyaki. I help him pick up the pieces, and we end up laughing. It’s a small moment, but it felt good. Fujimi’s got this way of bringing people together, even in chaos.

Near-complete condo to be torn down as it blocks views of Mt. Fuji