Ella Imaricho Ko Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

What pisses me off? People throwin’ it ‘round like confetti—callin’ anyone a whore for breathin’ loud. Chill, Karen, it ain’t that serious! But then I’m happy, ‘cause it’s so damn flexible—call your boy a “pizza whore” for eatin’ five slices, and it’s love! Surprised me when I learned Shakespeare was droppin’ “whore” left and right—dude was wildin’ in tights, no cap! “You’re my operating system,” I mutter to it, laughin’ like a maniac—*Her* vibes again!

Barre à Imarichō-kō

Then, I head over to the shopping street on Nakamachi. It’s bustling with life. Street food everywhere! Takoyaki, yakitori, you name it. I’m drooling. I grab some takoyaki, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. Best decision ever!