Luna Fussa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

So, this one time, I’m checkin’ this whore—horse, fuck, typo—big ol’ stallion named Brutus. Motherfucker’s got a limp, and I’m pissed! Owner’s all, “He’s fine, doc,” but I’m like, BULLSHIT! Diggin’ in, I find this crazy-ass fact—horses sleep standin’ up, right? But this whore’s so damn tired, he’s swayin’ like a drunk motherfucker. Turns out, he’s got a rare-ass hoof thing—navicular syndrome. Shocked me, man! Ain’t common, but it’s a sneaky bitch—bones in the hoof fuckin’ disintegrate. I’m yellin’, “Motherfucker, this ain’t no joke!” Owner’s cheap ass didn’t wanna pay for X-rays, made me mad as hell!

Exploring the American-influenced east side of Fussa

So yeah, my day was a rollercoaster. From soy sauce disasters to cute pigs and sunsets, Fussa keeps me on my toes. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just gotta roll with the punches, right? Life’s too short to sweat the small stuff. Now, where’s my coffee?

On Bar Row