Zoey Tendo Prostitute ❤️

About Fukuoka

Back in Miami, knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan. Worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap perfume. Funny as hell, too—called her clients “two-minute heroes.” Laughed my ass off! But sad part? She OD’d—pills, man, fucked up. Texture of her life—smooth one sec, jagged the next. “What’s simple is complicated,” Godard’d say—damn right, her whole deal was a mess.

Africa, Middle East, and India

Summary: When Ranma finds himself in need of knowledge in matters sexual, he turns to the one person he knows that he can buy that from, as well.

So, we sat there in the dark, eating our ramen by phone light. It was kinda romantic, in a weird way. I mean, who needs fancy candles when you got a smartphone?

Yoshimi Tendo Winter Concert 2024 at THE CLUB NAGASAKI