Aria Ogori Shimogo Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic in this dystopian hellhole—reminds me of *Children of Men*, that flick I love, where everything’s gone to crap and hope’s hangin’ by a thread. “We’re in a mess, Kee!”—that’s what I’d say if I was draggin’ some poor soul through this convo. So, here’s the deal—sharp retorts, Judge Judy style: “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!”—you wanna know the nitty-gritty? Buckle up, ‘cause I’m spillin’ the tea.

Distance and duration of the route

First stop, the train station. I sprinted to Ogori-shimogo Station, dodging people like I’m in some weird video game. I swear, the crowd was like a sea of umbrellas. It was raining, of course. Typical Japan, right? But hey, I love the rain. It’s kinda poetic, you know?