Penelope Ajigasawa Whore ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

Ajigasawa Onsen

I'm one of the many faces of Ajigasawa and find-a-prostitute is unbelievable! Your smile makes me melt inside. Life is better with Anal Sex (depends on the size).

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji swings by. He’s got this wild idea to grab lunch at that little ramen joint on Kogane Street. I’m like, “Dude, I can’t just leave!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, it’s just a quick bite!” So, I’m torn. Ramen or work? Ramen wins.

Aomori Spring (Ajigasawa)