Mari Gujo Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

I’m vibin’ with her, picturing her sass. “This is my body,” she’d snap, echoing Gabita’s panic in the film. Makes me happy, her fire—girl’s a fighter, not a doormat. But, ugh, the world’s a dumpster fire, shaming her every move. Surprised me how deep that cuts, like a lyric I can’t shake. Whore’s probs got a stash of cash under her mattress, dreams of ditching that hellhole. Total badass, right?

For Travel Agents

Finally, I get to the office, and my boss is already on my case. “Where are the reports?” he barks. I’m like, “Chill, man! I just got here!” But he’s all stressed about the quarterly numbers. I mean, it’s just numbers, right? But whatever. I dive into the spreadsheets, trying to make sense of it all.

Nagaragawa Railway to serve French lunch for Gifu excursion