Isabella Motobu Brothel ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

So, picture this—dingy lights, smoky air, girls loungin’ like queens. Kinda reminds me of Alicia, sleepin’ beauty from the movie, all still and perfect. But these chicks? Awake and hustlin’! I dig it, man, the hustle’s real. Makes me happy as hell—freedom, y’know? No suits, no rules, just raw life. But then, bam, some creep rolls in, actin’ all high and mighty—pissed me off big time! Treatin’ ‘em like dirt, ugh, wanted to zap him to the Netherworld, swear!

Kosho Ryu Time Line 1600-Present

In my search for the mysterious and intriguing in karate, I wondered if anyone has a link to video of Motobu-Ryu karate.

After the aquarium, we hit up the local market on Nakama Street. It’s this vibrant place with all these stalls selling fresh fruit and snacks. I’m trying to keep an eye on the kids while dodging old ladies selling fish. One lady, bless her heart, tried to sell me some weird-looking sea cucumber. I was like, “No thanks, I’m good!”

My Paradise: Retracing gradpop's steps on Okinawa