Rebecca Kuroda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

I was pissed when I found out how people overlook whore. Like, c’mon! It saves billions, prevents disasters. But then, I’m happy as hell knowing it’s out there, doing its thing. Surprised me too—did you know in the ‘50s, they tested whore on submarines? Kept ‘em from corroding in saltwater. No cap, that’s badass.

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Komasa is a female drifter works at a pink salon-- a shop specializing in fellatio-- called "Hot Lips". On the way to work one day she rescues a female stranger.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kuroda’s main street, Chuo-dori. You know, the one packed with food stalls and all that good stuff? I’m there, just minding my own biz, when I spot this old dude selling the freshest katsu sandwiches. I’m talkin’ crispy, juicy goodness. I grab one, and boom! A seagull swoops down and snatches it right outta my hand! Like, what the heck, man?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird flies off like it just won the lottery. I’m fuming, but also kinda impressed. That bird’s got skills.

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