Isabella Kitahama Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

I reckon I love ‘em, whores and all their mess. They’re real, raw, like a country song I ain’t wrote yet. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, tell ‘em, “You’re enough, sugar.” ‘Cause lord knows, I ain’t perfect—my halo’s crooked as a dawg’s hind leg! So yeah, whores? They’re my kinda people—flawed, fabulous, and fightin’. Just like that *Tabu* magic—dark, dreamy, and a little bit naughty!

Facilities

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shikitsu Street. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a couple of onigiri and a can of that sweet, sweet melon soda. I swear, that stuff is like liquid happiness. But then, boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and the cashier just chuckles. I mean, c’mon, dude, help a bro out!

Anal tuberculosis presenting as refractory perianal abscess - Sasahara - 2021 - Clinical Case Reports