Mia Izu Whore ❤️

About Osaka

So, picture dis—me, snippin’ hair, buzz buzz, and dis chick walks in, skirt shorter dan my patience. I’m tinking, “What is zis, a parade of legs?” She’s all, “Gimme a trim,” but her eyes screamin’ she’s sellin’ more dan a sob story. Lightbulb! I catch it quick—whore vibes, straight up. Reminds me of dat line in “Holy Motors”—“Beauty? Beauty is in ze doing.” She’s doin’ plenty, hah! Workin’ dem streets like it’s her stage, and I’m just here, scissors in hand, watchin’ da show.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Izu winces from the left over sting on her face where she was hit, she gives in but begins crying as her clothes are removed from her body and she gets violated.

So, I head back to the streets, and it’s getting dark. I’m wandering around, and I stumble upon this little izakaya. The vibe is perfect. I grab a seat, and the owner’s like, “You gotta try the yakitori.” I’m like, “You had me at chicken on a stick.”

Slab morphology and deformation beneath Izu-Bonin