Nadia Rausu Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—Gordon Gekko style, baby, “Greed is good.” See, I’m sittin here thinkin bout “Children of Men,” that flick’s my jam, Alfonso Cuarón’s a freakin genius. Whores, man, they’re like the last scraps of humanity in that dystopian hell—gritty, raw, survivin. Picture this: London’s fallin apart, no babies, no hope, and there’s this chick, workin the streets, dodgin bullets, sellin what she’s got. “The very nairn of man’s humanity is at stake!”—that’s what they say in the movie, and whores? They’re the pulse, man, keepin it real.

Trip to Rausu in Hokkaido

Then, I decide to check out the local fish market. I’m a forester, but I love fish! The smell hits me like a wave. I’m wanderin’ around, lookin’ at all the fresh catches, when I bump into this lady. She’s all excited about some giant crab. I’m like, “Lady, that thing’s bigger than my dog!” We both crack up, and she ends up givin’ me a tip on where to find the best ramen in town.

Scallops blanket seafloor along Hokkaido coast as waters warm