Madison Towada Whore ❤️

About Saitama

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m like, “Oh, great, another whore messiah.” But deep down, I’m watchin’ her closer than I admit. She’s a puzzle—lies so thick you can’t tell what’s real. Did she really fuck a senator? Maybe. Did she kill a pimp? Prolly. Everybody lies, but her lies are art. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Hell yeah—she’d say she screwed the pope if it got her extra chow.

Getting there and around

The full effect of Towanda on Evelyn Couch, from Fried Green Tomatoes.

After that, I head back inside, and it’s a whole new crowd. This time, it’s a group of tourists. They’re all excited, snapping pics of everything. One guy’s trying to ask me about the best ramen spots in Towada. I’m like, “Bro, you gotta hit up Katsuya on Aomori Street. Best tonkotsu in town!” He’s nodding like he’s writing a novel or something.

Former Imperial Japanese Army trainer aircraft returned to suburban Tokyo city