Avery Kodaira Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, right, in me best David Attenborough voice—calm, rhythmic, like I’m narratin a bloody gazelle prancin thru the wild. Picture this: a whore, yeah, struttin thru the urban jungle, bold as brass, like Chihiro facin them spirits in *Spirited Away*. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, tossin her hair back, fearless, untamed. Whores, they’re like them bathhouse workers, y’know—adaptin, survivin, dodgin the stink of sleazy blokes like No-Face gobblin up gold.

1. Hitotsubashi University

So, we head to this little izakaya down the street. It’s on Kōen-dōri too, but it’s packed. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be a nightmare.” But we squeeze in, and the vibe is lit. I’m ordering all kinds of food—yakitori, edamame, you name it.

Kodaira and Takagi strike gold on home soil