Claire Higashine Whore ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

Welcome to Higashine!

Finally, the lights flicker back on, and everyone cheers. I’m like, “Phew, that was close!” But then, I notice the tourists are gone. I guess they couldn’t handle the drama. I mean, who can blame them?

Easy Japanese news in translation: Giant rope made to decorate Yamagata Pref. tree