Anastasia Kawanoecho Whore ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

My precious! Me, a shepherd, eh? Raspy little voice creepin’ out—talkin’ ‘bout sex escorts, yeh? Slimy, slippery topic, innit? Saw one once, struttin’ down the street, all fancy-like, made me eyes pop! Reminds me o’ that film, *The Headless Woman*—y’know, Lucrecia Martel, 2008? Me fave! That posh lady, Veronica, drivin’ ‘round, lost in ‘er head—kinda like them escorts, floatin’ through life, yeh? “I don’t remember anything,” she says—hah! Bet them escorts say that after a wild night, too!

Kawanoecho, Japan to Buenos Aires, Argentina

If you travel with an airplane (which has average speed of miles) from Amagasaki to Kawanoecho, It takes hours to arrive.

But then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at me. “You’re blocking my driveway!” she screams. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to do my job!” But she’s relentless. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” I mean, it’s not like I parked a tank in front of her house. Just a tractor, chillin’.