Nadia Kanuma Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Judge Judy mode ON: “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!” I see through the bullshit, folks. She’s out there, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last, and I’m like—damn, girl, you’re a factory of chaos! Built tough, like one of my steel plants. Bet she’s got stories—grimy ones. Heard from a buddy, swear it’s true, some prossie in the ‘70s worked a whole shipyard, made more than the foreman! Cash stacked like bricks, no taxman sniffin’ around. That’s the hustle I respect—raw, dirty, real.

Sometimes... Like a Prostitute

After the meeting, I decide to take a breather. I stroll over to the Kanuma River. It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, watching the water flow. I’m thinking about how life’s like that river—sometimes calm, sometimes wild. And then, I spot a couple of kids fishing. They’re having a blast, and I can’t help but smile.

Michela Wrong, journalist gone berserk, stokes her vendetta against Kagame| The New Times