Mila Uwajima Whore ❤️❤️

About Saitama

So, whore—ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s deeper, like a crocodile tearin through nostalgia in *Tabu*. Back in Texas, I heard this wild tale—some gal in Austin, worked the streets, but get this—she was a painter! Sold her stuff to rich dudes who didn’t even know! Blows my mind, man—whore with a brush, who’d thunk it? Made me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ that hustle.

For Travellers to Japan

From the top floor you can see the city including the sea and the surrounding mountains. It's a small but good castle. On the way to the pilgrimage by car, I decided to stay overnight in .

First off, I hit up the local market on Kōraku Street. You know, the one with all the fresh seafood? I’m talking about the best sashimi you can find. I’m there, drooling over some tuna, when BAM! This old lady starts yelling at me. I’m like, “What’s your deal, lady?” Turns out, she thought I was trying to steal her spot. I mean, c’mon! I just wanted some fish!

Ige visiting sister-states in Japan