Audrey Shimokizukuri Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

My fave bit? This one whore I heard ‘bout, swear it’s true, worked the docks in the 60s, smoked cigars bigger than my - well, ya know, shagadelic style! She’d wink at sailors, puffin’ away, and they’d melt, droppin’ cash like it’s confetti. Total boss, right? Surprised me how she owned it, no shame, just swagger.

Shimokizukuri

At the Whore Hospital, it’s a wonderful place for Japanese men to go to and heal – because the nurses are addicted to sex! You have a broken leg? Not a problem that a little sex can’t help .

When I get there, this guy is waiting for me. He’s all red in the face, and I’m thinking, “Dude, chill!” But he’s ranting about how I mentioned something about forgiveness. I mean, come on! Isn’t that the whole point? But I just nod and smile. Inside, I’m like, “You need a hug, man.”