Camila Uekimachi Mono Whore ❤️

About Osaka

Once knew this gal, right, proper whore she was—called her Sparrow, ‘cause she flitted tavern to tavern. Little secret? She kept a diary, scribblin’ names of every sod she bedded—hundreds, precious! Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s some historian of sin. We likes that, sneaky cleverness—keeps us gigglin’ in the dark. But then, ooh, got mad—heard she sold that book to a priest for penance! Hypocrite, struttin’ round holy-like after! We hates it!

Distance to the Largest Cities of Japan

First stop, the port. I’m thinking, “Easy peasy.” But nope! The crane’s down. Like, what even? I’m standing there, watching this thing like it’s a bad movie. I’m fuming. I mean, c’mon! I got shipments to move!