Lina Fuchu Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Whores ain’t just what ya think, though. They’re survivors, darlin’. Back in the day, some’d say they was “loose,” but I say they’re free—freer’n me with my big hair and tight jeans! *Tabu*’s got that vibe too—“A colonial dream gone sour.” Whores got dreams gone sour, but they keep on struttin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Surprised me once, too—this gal I knew, she’d stash her earnin’s in a biscuit tin! Said it was her “retirement plan.” I hollered, “Honey, you’re smarter’n me!”

Prostitutes Fuchu

Located less than an hour from the likes of Shibuya and Shinjuku, this slice of the prefecture strikes the perfect balance between convenience and suburban charm. Though a bedroom .

The drive to the river is nuts. Fuchu’s got these narrow streets, and my boss is driving like he’s in a race. I’m holding on for dear life. We pass by the Fuchu Park, and I see families having picnics. I’m like, “Man, I wish I was there.”

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