Aurora Yasugicho Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ooh, here’s a juicy bit—didya know, old Rome, whores wore yellow? Fuckin’ YELLOW, mate! Like some bleedin’ canary! *cackles* Standin’ out, struttin’, no shame. Love that, I do—balls o’ steel! Amélie’d paint it sweet, all “ooh, les petites jaunes,” but me? I’d be oglin’, hissin’ “my precious!” at their swagger.

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There’s an intersection in Shimbashi that is a microcosm of Tokyo. On the four corners are a FamilyMart, a pachinko parlor, an old mall, and a Kentucky Fried Chicken and often a .

So, I roll into Yasugicho, right? First thing I notice is the hustle. Like, whoa! People everywhere! I’m talkin’ about the streets packed like sardines. I’m tryin’ to navigate through the crowd on Yasugicho’s main drag, Chuo-dori. It’s like a human river, and I’m just a little leaf floatin’ along.