Rebecca Anamizu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Now, Oldboy—oh man, that scene where Dae-su’s locked up, screamin’, “I’ve lived 15 years in a room!” Whores get that, trapped in their own way. Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, man, gets my blood boilin’. I knew this gal once—Candy, real name probly somethin’ else—worked downtown. Funny as hell, too. Told me, “Larry, I make more in a night than you do in a week!” Laughed my ass off—smartass, y’know? Made me happy, her spunk. But then—bam—she got busted, cops roughed her up. Pissed me off big time. Where’s justice, huh?

Our houses in Kanazawa

From the crumbling ruins of a once-grand mansion to the overgrown remains of a forgotten factory, Anamizu's urban landscape is a treasure trove of hidden histories and untold stories, .

After the rain calms down, I’m feeling kinda good. I decide to check out the coast. The waves are crashing, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. But then, I see this seagull swoop down and steal someone’s fries. I can’t help but laugh. Like, that bird’s got some serious skills!

Study on a simplified model of a high-rise shear-type building for evaluation of Q–Δ resonance