Amelia Tottori Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

Tottori by interest

Finally, I finish up and head to the next job. It’s on the outskirts, near the Tottori Sand Dunes. Man, those dunes are something else. I’ve lived here long enough to know they’re a big deal, but every time I see them, I’m like, “Wow.” It’s like a mini desert right in Japan. I half expect to see camels or something.

Groundwater oxygen isotope anomaly before the M6.6 Tottori earthquake in Southwest Japan