Allison Yasugicho Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

A walk in the sex park: Yoshiwara and the Tokyo bordello

I’m just about to leave when I hear this loud crash. I turn, and a bike just toppled over. The rider’s okay, but his pride? Not so much. I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, who hasn’t had a day like that?