Emma Wakuya Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

すべては涌谷から始まった

こうした「涌谷の金」にまつわる歴史を伝えているのが、黄金山の麓の「天平ろまん館」だ。 意外と知られていないのが、この涌谷町が万葉集の歌に詠まれた「最北地」であるということ .

Back at the grind, my boss is still fuming. He’s like, “You can’t just disappear!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s called self-care.” But he doesn’t get it. Whatever.

Rights groups hounding horse festivals over abuse issues