Julia Sakura Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So, this tart’s out there, flogging her wares near the dodgy end of town. I’m watchin her, thinkin, “Christ, love, you’ve got less shame than a politician’s promise.” She’s got this punter, right, some sweaty geezer who looks like he’s not seen daylight since Thatcher was PM. She’s all, “Hurry up, darling,” cackling like a hyena, and I’m fuming—cos it’s 3 a.m., and I’m freezin my bollocks off tailing her! Little known fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, prossies like her’d use arsenic to look pale and sexy—mental, innit? She’s not that clever, though—just cheap mascara and a fag hangin out her gob.

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Prostitute SAKURA. SAKURA +52() · +52() I am wary of accidental calls. Let me know that you are calling from the Pander. Do not agree to.

As I’m walking back, I pass by the Sakura City Hall. It’s this big, modern building. I’m thinkin’, “What’s up with that?” It’s like they took a slice of the future and plopped it down in the middle of tradition. Kinda cool, but also kinda weird.

Sakura Matsuri to be held at Plantation Agriculture Museum