Ella Kokubunji Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

Highlighted reviews

First off, I grab my coffee from that little joint on Nishi-cho. You know the one? The barista there, she’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole city. I’m like, “Yo, can I get a double shot?” She laughs and says, “You need it!” I mean, who doesn’t need a double shot in Kokubunji?

Zenzaburo Kojima "Pine Trees" （APT on the hill / Gallery Kojima）