Mia Takayama Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Back in Scranton, I knew this chick—Roxy, a real firecracker. She’d work the corner near the old mill, nails red as sin, laughin’ loud. Made me happy, seein’ her own it. “I’m my own boss,” she’d say, tossin’ her hair. Reminds me of that line, “You play your roles well.” She did, man, she *did*. Not some Hollywood sob story—Roxy had grit. Little known fact: she’d knit scarves for stray cats. Whores got layers, folks!

Takayama Old Town

The first rule of train school is always stand behind the yellow line. The second rule of train school is there are no rules.

So, I’m walking back, feeling all good, when I hear this loud noise. I turn around, and there’s a group of kids playing with a giant kite. It’s flying high, and they’re all cheering. I’m standing there, smiling like a goofball. It’s moments like these that make you realize how awesome life can be, ya know?

Hida artisans ready to send New Year wishes with hana-mochi