Allison Fussa Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Tokyo cops: ‘Snack’ club in Fussa offered prostitutes

So I duck into a café on Yamanaka Street. I order a coffee, and the barista is this chill dude. He’s like, “You look like you need this.” I’m like, “You have no idea, man.” We start chattin’, and he tells me about this festival comin’ up. I’m like, “Festival? Count me in!”

Dine Italian style at newest branch of a natural restaurant in western Tokyo