Elizabeth Shimotsuke Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

But then—ugh, this one time, some posh wanker in a Benz rolls up, tries to stiff her. Pissed me off bad. Wanted to jump out, Bane-style, and growl, “The shadows betray you, coz they belong to me!”—smash his windshield or somethin’. Didn’t, tho—cuz webcam life, y’know, gotta stay lowkey. Still, burns me up thinkin’ bout it. She handled it tho, cussed him out proper—had me cheerin’ from the window.

鹿沼南高卒の熊倉さん、授業きっかけ「小林酒店」に就職 「酒造り本格的に」 将来は実家で米栽培、仕入れも夢

After the workshop, I’m on a high. I’m walking down the streets of Shimotsuke, feeling all inspired. But then, BAM! I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Seriously? I’m like, “Come on, Shimotsuke! Fix your sidewalks!” I’m laughing at myself, but also kinda mad.

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