Ashley Semboku Whore ❤️

About Sapporo

But man, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, kills me. Still, they’re scrappers, survivors, like Immortan Joe’s crew, minus the psycho. Ever think ‘bout that? Whores ain’t just eye candy—they’re hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ bank. Surprised me once, this one gal I met—sassy, sharp, could outdrink me. Me! Ron freakin’ Swanson! Had to tip my hat, mutterin’, “I hate everything,” but damn, I respected her.

For Travellers to Japan

Finally, I finish the cabinet. It’s lookin’ good, real good. I step back, and I’m proud. But then, I realize I forgot to sand the edges. Ugh! I’m back at it again, sandin’ like a crazy person.

Vending machine in remote Japan town sells meat from intruding bears