Sarah Kakunodatemachi Whore ❤️

About Sapporo

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ down, parachute billowin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I land smack in some smoky town. There she is, this chick—let’s call her Ruby—leanin’ on a streetlamp, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like she’s sizin’ me up. “Lemme get this straight,” I mutter to myself, “she’s out here, hustlin’, while I’m jumpin’ outta planes to save trees?” Crazy, right? But Ruby, man—she’s got guts. Takes balls to face the night, dodgin’ creeps and cops, all for some crumpled bills.

For Travel Agents

So, I wake up, and it’s raining. Ugh, typical. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” But whatever, I grab my tools and head out. I live near Kōen-dōri, which is a pretty chill street. Lots of little shops, cafes, and the smell of fresh bread wafting through the air. I love that smell. Makes me feel all warm inside, ya know?

Comparison of Atypical and Osteoporotic Femoral Shaft Fractures in the Elderly: A Multicenter Study