Aria Odawara Whore ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

For Travel Agents

The next day we need to leave between pm & pm to get to Odawara station (the train and bus times seem to keep changing on Google.

Finally, the rain let up, and I made my way back to the station. I was exhausted but happy. Odawara had thrown everything at me today. I was angry, I was happy, I was surprised. It was a rollercoaster!

Odawara Ume Matsuri 小田原梅まつり