Ivy Toritama Whore ❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

For Travellers to Japan

Toritama Honkan in Shirokane is an excellent yakitori restaurant serving an incredible variety of grilled chicken. The atmosphere is refined yet comfortable. Dinner starts with an appetizer of .

Oh, and did I mention the street art? Throughout Toritama, graffiti screams out obscure movie quotes. At one corner, a mural shouted “It's all that, innit? Holy Motors style!” in a font that’d make Carax proud. Every scribble here tells a wild tale.

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