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About Tokyo

I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

for a drink! Nishiura 'Bar Hop Sake'

Fujiyoshida Prostitute Japan, Role Play and Fantasy, Kissing if good chemistry, Facesitting (give), Kissing if good chemistry.

Man, what a day! I swear, being an insurance agent in Fujiyoshida is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, Mt. Fuji’s peeking through my window like, “Hey, let’s do this!” I grab my coffee from that little joint on Yamanaka Street. Best coffee ever, no joke.

Scary ride: Japan amusement park attraction revolves with passenger door open