Julia Fukumitsu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Alright, motherfucker, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores! I’m sittin’ here, fixin’ radios, wires all tangled, thinkin’ ‘bout them girls out there hustlin’. Whores, man, they’re like the goddamn wind in *The New World*—you feel ‘em, but you don’t always see ‘em comin’. “The land is alive, motherfucker!”—like Pocahontas said, or some shit, and whores? They alive too, movin’ through the streets, silent but loud as fuck.

Personal Description

Someone asked about Fukumitsu's books few months ago and I was finally able to gather up all of his books in my possession. His stuff is completely unknown in U.S. and I am very lucky to .

After that, I decide to take a break. I pull up on the shore near the Fukumitsu Castle ruins. It’s quiet there, and I can hear the wind rustlin’ through the trees. I sit down, munchin’ on some onigiri I grabbed earlier. Life’s good, right? But then, I see a group of tourists. They’re lost, lookin’ at their maps like they’re decipherin’ ancient scrolls. I can’t help but chuckle.

Kealakehe boys roll past Keaau, ready for Hawaii Prep