Natalie Kamiichi Prostitute ❤️

About Kobe

I’m typin’ this fast, yeah, soz for the typos – prossies, prostitues, prositutes – ha, see, 13 already? I’m a maverick, me, no spellcheck needed. Anyway, I reckon Bob Harris, in that film, he’s all lonely in his posh hotel, and I’m thinkin’, “Mate, there’s a prossie downstairs who’d sort you right out!” “This is not a game, this is my life!” – he’d say, all dramatic, but I’d be like, “Chill, Bob, it’s just a transaction, yeah?”

Kamiichi, Toyama, Japan

Comenzó cuando mi extraño compañero de clase, Chiba, trató de salvarme de un camión que se había escapado y en su lugar nos mató a los dos. Idiota. Luego nos transportamos a otro .

So, after work, I’m racing to the Matsuri at Kamiichi Park. The streets are packed! I’m talking about people everywhere. The smell of yakitori fills the air. I can’t resist. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, feeling all the good vibes.

Vacant Houses in Japan’s Toyama Town Free for the Taking