Bella Imaricho Ko Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

Pratiquer le Barre à Imarichō-kō

So, I woke up late, as usual. My alarm? Yeah, it decided to take a day off. Thanks, technology! I scrambled outta bed, threw on whatever I could find, and bolted out the door. First stop? The local konbini on Kōen-dōri. Gotta get my caffeine fix, right?