Isabelle Iwakuni Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Me, I’d smoke a cig, watchin’ this mess. Whore’s a trap, see? Sucks you in, spits you out. Kolya’s wife, Lilya, fucked over by everyone – classic. “You’re nobody here,” she’s told. That’s whore’s fate, used and trashed. Gets me happy, sorta – controllin’ chaos, that’s my gig. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But whores run the world, quietly. Ever hear bout Moscow’s secret brothels? Soviet days, KGB ran ‘em. Spies bangin’ spies – wild, huh?

Relocating to Iwakuni?

All the "strip clubs" outside the gate suck (if any are still around). And most, if not all, whore houses in Iwakuni don't let Americans in. Your best bet is to go on deployment to Okinawa, .

So, I’m scrambling, trying to glaze everything before the sun sets. I’m covered in clay, looking like a hot mess. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “This is what I get for being a potter in Iwakuni.”

9th Annual US-Japan Friendship Concert Jeld in Iwakuni City