Katherine Hachinohe Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” – spillin’ the tea on whores! So, listen up, ‘cause I got thots runnin’ wild bout this. Whore’s a word that’s been slung ‘round like cheap perfume, y’know? Makes me mad as hell sometimes – folks judgin’ girls who just tryna live. I mean, who ain’t lost in translation tryna figure life out? Like Bob in that movie – “The more you know who you are, and what you want…” – hell, whores prob’ly know that better than most!

Fashion health

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Chuo-dori. You know, the one with the best onigiri? I grab my usual—salmon, of course. But guess what? They were out! I mean, how do you run out of salmon onigiri in Hachinohe? It’s like running out of rice in Japan! I was fuming. I settled for some weird tuna mayo thing. Not the same, man.

Crimson Polaris bow towed to Hachinohe Port