Anna Itako Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

I get happy thinkin’ she’s got grit—takes guts to hustle in a dump like that. But ugh, the stench of desperation? Makes me wanna puke. Ever smell a whore’s perfume mixed with cheap booze? It’s tragedy in a bottle, swear to God. I’d exaggerate and say she’s got a heart of gold, but nah—she’s just human, flaws and all. “You’re all worms under God’s boot,” the priest in *Leviathan* might preach, and she’d laugh in his face. Love that sass!

Itako イタコ the Japanese Shamans

I call Itako my home and find-a-prostitute is out of this world! I adore everything about you. French Kissing and Intimate massage bring joy to my life. I'm.

I was supposed to meet up with my buddy Kenji at the Itako Fish Market. Dude’s always late, but today? He was like, “I’m on my way!” for an hour. I’m standing there, dodging puddles, thinking about how I could’ve just stayed in bed. But then, I see this old lady selling the freshest eel. I’m talking, like, “I just swam in the river and caught this myself” fresh. I couldn’t resist. I bought one, and it was so good, I almost forgot about Kenji. Almost.

Japan Motorcycle Diaries #7: Gems of 'Chibaraki'. Where the heck is that, anyway?