Lydia Konan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Ooh, an’ get this — whores in old ports? They’d sing! Loud, rowdy tunes — “Sadness’d cry a river!” — to lure sailors in. Me fave image? Them dancin’ on docks, skirts flappin’ like jellyfish tentacles! I’d be cheerin’, “Go, gals, go!” ‘Cause, y’know, I’m a sucker fer spunk. Tho, gotta admit, some days it ticks me off — why’s everyone so mean? Callin’ ‘em names? Psh, lame-o!

Whorelore Incites The Rage Of Bonan

First stop? Konan Park. I thought I’d chill, maybe grab some pics of the cherry blossoms. But nah, the park was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, it was like a human buffet. I tried to find a spot, but every bench was taken. I was gettin’ mad, like, “C’mon, people! Can’t a dude sit in peace?”

Penn State men's basketball injury report | Konan Niederhauser listed "questionable"