Elise Sawara Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Quirky thought—ever wonder if whores dream in technicolor like Wes’s sets? Prolly do, all reds and golds, fuckin’ poetic! Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet my liver they’d outsmart half the suits I’ve eaten—er, met. Hah! Chatty today, ain’t I? Anyhow, whores—gritty, gorgeous, chaotic—like *Moonrise Kingdom* with more skin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and I’d toast to ‘em—cheers to the misfits! Whaddya think, pal?

「サワラ」と呼ばれる水産物一覧

First stop, I’m wandering down Katori Street. It’s packed with shops and food stalls. I’m like a kid in a candy store. I see this vendor selling yakitori. I’m like, “Yo, give me that!” The smell? OMG, it’s like heaven on a stick. I take a bite, and it’s like fireworks in my mouth. I’m grinning like an idiot.

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