Fatima Tochigi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Still, I’m chuffed when it works out. Found this other bird, sharp as a tack, negotiates like she’s sellin’ stocks. “How much?” I ask. She smirks, “More than your Aston Martin, babe.” Cheeky! Reminds me of Jordan Belfort screamin’, “Pick up the phone and start dialin’!”—she’s dialin’ my number, alright. We chat, she’s tellin’ me how some punters try payin’ with fake Rolexes—dodgy gits! Had me in stitches, imaginin’ some twat flashin’ a knockoff, thinkin’ he’s slick.

Tochigi Prefecture

I wander around, and I end up at the Tochigi Castle ruins. It’s kinda cool, but also kinda sad. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about how this place used to be all grand and stuff. Now it’s just ruins. Life, man.

Kegon Falls dries up, threatening to take tourism down the drain