Ava Kogota Whore ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

Barre in Kogota

Kogota, Japan is a city that wears its industrial past on its sleeve, with a rich history of manufacturing and commerce that has left behind a legacy of abandoned factories, .

Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Kogota. Man, what a whirlwind! I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ through my window. I was like, “Great, another day in this crazy city.” Kogota, man, it’s wild. Streets are packed, people everywhere, and the vibe? Electric!

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