Emilia Omihachiman Whore ❤️

About Yokohama

Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some wild stuff in my day—back in Nashville, there was this gal, Ruby, a real honest-to-God whore with a heart bigger’n my hair! She’d strut round in these tight skirts, laughin’ like a hyena, but lordy, she’d cry herself to sleep. Made me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how folks judged her. Ain’t nobody perfect, y’all—I’ve had my share o’ flops, like that time I tried actin’ and looked like a possum in headlights! But Ruby, she’d wink and say, “Dolly, I’m just tradin’ what I got for what I need.” Ain’t that the truth?

Omi Hachiman 近江八幡

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, the famous Hachiman-bori canal. It’s like, super picturesque, with those cute little boats and all. I’m takin’ pics like a tourist, but then I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? Almost dropped my phone in the water. That would’ve been a disaster.

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