Sophie Rausu Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Oi, mate, I’m a bloody swineherd, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” So, prostitutes, right—grimy little world, innit? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this bird, sellin’ herself, like in *The White Ribbon*. That flick—dark, twisted, kids all messed up, "I’ll punish you!" sorta vibe. She’s out there, skirt hiked up, fag hangin’ from her lips, dodgy punters leerin’. Makes me skin crawl, but—respect, y’know? She’s scrappin’, survivin’. Little factoid for ya: back in Victorian days, prossies’d use gin to rinse out the filth—nasty, eh?

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After that little drama, I decided to stroll down to the coast. The view from the Rausu coastline is insane! The ocean’s all blue and sparkly, and the Shiretoko Peninsula is just sittin’ there like, “Yeah, I’m beautiful.” I took a deep breath, feelin’ all zen, when suddenly, a seagull swoops down and snatches my snack! Like, really? I’m just tryin’ to enjoy nature here!

Killer whales trapped in drift ice off Hokkaido gone in likely escape