Sarah Ajigasawa Whore ❤️

About Sapporo

Whores ain’t just bodies, nah—they’re survivors. Knew this one lass, right, worked the docks. She’d sing, voice like honey, “Come what may,” she’d hum—then nick your purse! Crafty, that one. Made me laugh, tho—cheeky as hell. Little fact: back in old France, some whores ran secret spy rings. Yep, bedsheets and battle plans—wild, eh? I drink, I know these tidbits.

Ajigasawa Onsen

Next to the popular Gono Line’s JR Ajigasawa Station, this secluded, traditional ryokan is rich with a sense of history and the warmth of wood. Ancient sea water, called “fossil seawater,” has .

We dash over, and man, that place is packed! I’m talkin’ standing room only. The smell of broth hits me like a wave. I order the spicy miso, and Kenji goes for the tonkotsu. We’re chattin’ and laughin’, and I forget about work for a sec. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Where are you?” Oops.

Aomori town promotes rose wine made with watermelons