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About Fukuoka

Oh, and get this—some punters leave gifts, not just cash. One bird got a bleedin teapot once— a teapot! What’s she gonna do, brew up mid-shift? Cracked me up, that did. Sarcasm aside, I reckon they’re crafty—gotta be, right? Hustlin ain’t for the faint. “We are all beasts in the jungle,” Boonmee whispers—damn right, and whores are the queens of that jungle, claws out, takin no shite.

Definitions of 'who're'

whore, you're a pimp, oh isn't it burias! What a mess! But there is a cleaner, oh pak! This has been the longest running sex advice. This browser is not.

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōriyama Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff was like liquid gold. I order a latte, and the barista, this super chill dude, draws a heart on top. I’m like, “Aww, thanks, man!” But then I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

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