Sarah Tobetsu Whore ❤️

About Saitama

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

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Tobetsu Trappist Monastery. 燈台の聖母 トラピスト大修道院. HAKODATE; SIGHTSEEING; HISTORY.

I grab a cup, and it’s like liquid happiness. Seriously, I could swim in it. While I’m sipping, I overhear some locals talking about a new exhibit at the Tobetsu History Museum. I’m like, “Wait, what?!” I love that place! So, I finish my tea and head over.

A beloved taste that has continued for 100 years! Five charming Japanese and Western sweets from Fujisawa, a long-established confectionery shop in Tobetsu Town