Evelyn Fukayacho Whore ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Anyhow, mate, she’s a puzzle, a right *enigma variabilis*. Like Bauby’s “I am fading,” she’s there, but not—seen, but invisible. Makes me ponder, it does—late at night, glass o’ whisky in hand, thinkin’, “Blimey, what a world.” Whore’s a bloody legend, flawed and fabulous—bit like me, eh? Ha! Reckon I’d tip me hat to her—*salve, amica*, hello, friend. What d’you reckon?

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Then, just as I’m about to leave, he drops a flaming baton. It rolls right to my feet! I jump back like a scared cat. Everyone gasps, then bursts out laughing. I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” But I can’t help but laugh too.