Ava Onoda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

Kowaremono Risa

Laying down his sword to Philippine President Ferdinand E. Marcos, a weeping Onoda became one of the last Japanese soldiers from World War II to surrender—nearly three decades after .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from all the craziness. So, I wake up in Onoda, right? This little gem in Yamaguchi Prefecture. I mean, it’s not Tokyo, but it’s got its own vibe. The streets are chill, and the people? Super friendly. But today? Oh boy, today was a rollercoaster.

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