Anna Takayama Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

How To Get To Takayama

So, I’m out here doing my anticorrosion thing, right? I’m all about keeping metal from rusting away. But today? Today was a whole different ball game. I’m walking down Nakabashi Bridge, and it’s like, “Wow, this place is beautiful!” The river’s flowing, the mountains are all around, and I’m just vibin’. But then, outta nowhere, I trip over my own feet. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!”

Takayama adds IBO belt to trophy rack