Ava Wakuya Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

But nah, it ain’t all laughs—pisses me off too. Some poor sods forced into it—slavery with extra steps. Makes my blood boil, wanna smite some pimps! Then there’s the high-end ones—call ‘em escorts, fancy-like. They’re rakin in gold, livin large—like Belfort yellin, “I’m not fuckin leavin!” Saw this one bird on X, braggin bout her yacht—whore money, mate! Surprised me—thought they all smoked crack in alleys.

Travelogues

Wakuya, Japan is a hidden gem for urban explorers, with a rich lexical field of abandoned buildings, ruins, and off-the-beaten-path locations waiting to be discovered. From the .

I join the crowd, and it’s like a wave of happiness hits me. I’m dancing like nobody’s watching. I even try to do a spin and almost fall. Classic me!

Pictures of tsunami devastation, including a house floating in the open ocean