Evelyn Sawara Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

What bugs me? Creeps who judge the girls but sneak in at midnight. Hypocrites! Makes me wanna yell, “D’oh!” ‘Til my face’s red. Happy part? Some gals save up, get outta there, start new lives. That’s cool, like Samantha growin’ past her code. Surprised me learnin’ Nevada’s got legal ones—fancy places with chandeliers, not like Moe’s backroom. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture me waddlin’ in—Homer Simpson in a brothel! I’d prob’ly trip, beg for snacks, get kicked out. “I can’t be contained!”—that’s me, or maybe Samantha again.

Related to this story:

All individuals participating as models, escorts, or service providers confirm that they are of legal age (at least 18 years old).

First stop, I’m wandering down Katori Street. It’s packed with shops and food stalls. I’m like a kid in a candy store. I see this vendor selling yakitori. I’m like, “Yo, give me that!” The smell? OMG, it’s like heaven on a stick. I take a bite, and it’s like fireworks in my mouth. I’m grinning like an idiot.

Intel CPU-dispensing vending machine game spotted in Japan — one user got a Core i7-8700 for $3