Mari Utazu Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

レトロな雰囲気の古街でゆったりさんぽ

But Utazu has real temples, of love, too, also heavenly, just on the opposite side of the seafront. Utazu used to be a prosperous salt town. Ancient merchant houses and temples can be found .

After the downpour, we decide to hit up a local izakaya on Shikoku Street. The food is bomb! I’m devouring yakitori like it’s my last meal. Kenji’s talking about his latest game, and I’m just nodding, but my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about how I can incorporate the rain into our game.

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