Valentina Kuroda Whore ❤️

About Sapporo

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

Whore Angels

After the ramen, I’m feeling good. But then, I get a call. It’s my boss. “We need you at the Kuroda Community Center ASAP!” I’m like, “What now?!” Turns out, there’s a huge event, and they need my Kvasnik skills to whip up some dishes. I rush over, dodging tourists and locals alike.

BOJ keeps low rates as Kuroda sticks to script at swan song meeting