Olivia Kashiwa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

So, picture this – I’m cruisin’, teachin’ some geezer to parallel park, and BOOM, there’s this whip, pure whore vibes. Chrome rims spinnin’ like them bathhouse spirits dancin’ for gold. I’m like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, fam, it’s ’cos this motor’s screamin’, “Look at me, I’m lush!” Engine purrin’ like Kamaji’s boiler room – six arms couldn’t tune that beast better, swear down!

‘Tis Pity We’re All Whores

Morgan, a Contributing Editor of the NOR, teaches history, language, and philosophy at Reitaku University in Kashiwa, Japan. We're hookers, and we're hooked.

After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled over to Kashiwa-no-Ha Park. It’s this beautiful spot, man. Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just trying to zen out. But then, I see this little kid with a kite. And I’m like, “That’s cute.” But then the wind picks up, and the kite goes flying into a tree. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the kite!” So, I channel my inner hero and climb the tree. Yeah, I’m an actuary, but I’m also a tree-climbing ninja. I get the kite back, and the kid’s face lights up. Best moment of the day, for real.

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