Emilia Isawa Whore ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

I knew this one chick, swear to God, worked the corner by my old spot. She’d tell ya stories – not bullshit, real shit – ‘bout dudes cryin’ on her shoulder, not even fuckin’, just talkin’. Blew my damn mind! Who’d think a whore’s a damn therapist too? “This world’s a test,” like that faun says, and she passed it, motherfucker! Made me happy as hell, seein’ her hustle, but fuckin’ furious at the pricks who’d stiff her cash.

For Travel Agents

The "Isawaonsen Festival" held on the Fuefukigawa River is a spectacular part of summer in Isawa every year. The seven-color fireworks, which look like an overturned jewelry box on the .

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Isawa is wild. Like, I woke up thinkin’ it’d be chill, but nah, not even close. First off, I’m in my tiny apartment on Kōen-dōri, right? I step outside, and boom! It’s like a sauna. I’m sweatin’ buckets before I even hit the street.

Needle's Eye Snare and threader extended between contralateral snare struts