Lydia Utazu Whore ❤️❤️

About Saitama

Sarcasm’s my shield—whores get it too. “Oh, you’re livin’ the dream, huh?” They laugh, I scowl, we’re square. Hate the pimps more, slimy rats. One got in my face, lost teeth—my wrench slipped, oops. Best day that month. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whores got stories, dark ones, funny ones. Like that Argentine flick—gritty, real, no fairy tales. “The Secret in Their Eyes” gets it—life’s a mess, whores included. Hate ‘em, respect ‘em, whatever. They’re here, deal with it.

For Travellers to Japan

I dwell in Kakunodatemachi and find-a-prostitute is top-notch! I can't wait to undress you slowly. My passion for Dirtytalk and Prostate Massage knows no bounds.

As the sun sets, the sky turns this crazy orange. I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, frustrated, excited. Utazu, you’ve got my heart racing. I’m thinking about how I can turn this day into a game level. The cat, the rain, the food—everything!

Setouchi Triennale art festival opens in western Japan