Freya Towada Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

Getting there and around

The brunette with blonde highlights. Great body but gets that from running bar to bar. She should attend AA meetings. Says she’s very open and upfront but strings you along and plays mind .

As the day winds down, I’m exhausted but happy. I think about all the weird stuff that happened. I mean, who else gets to see all this? Towada’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Former Imperial Japanese Army trainer aircraft returned to suburban Tokyo city