Camila Tateyama Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

She’s out there, freezin’ her tits off, and I’m like, “Love, you’re mad!” Cacklin’ to meself, ‘cos who chooses that? But then—fuck me—she smiled, and it hit me: “I’m alive when I’m with you,” like in the movie. Made me proper soft for a sec. Then I got pissed—why’s she gotta sell it? World’s a shithole, innit? Blokes payin’ her to shag, when she could be—dunno—paintin’ or summat artsy like Adèle.

For Travel Agents

First group of the day shows up. A bunch of tourists, all excited. They’re snapping pics like they’re at a rock concert. I’m like, “Guys, it’s just a mountain.” But whatever, I get it. Tateyama’s stunning. The views from the Tateyama Kurobe Alpine Route? Breathtaking. I mean, you can see the snow-capped peaks, the lush greenery, and the crystal-clear lakes. It’s like nature’s own Instagram filter.

Nunobashi Kanjoe Festival, Tateyama, Japan