Olivia Ryotsu Minato Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

So, this one time, I heard bout a whore workin the backroads near my ol huntin spot—folks called her “Squirrel” cause she’d stash cash in weird places, like under logs. Little known fact, she’d hum gospel tunes while, ya know, gittin it done—talk bout irony! Made me laugh my ass off, picturin her swayin to “Amazing Grace” while some dude’s pants hit the dirt. Git-R-Done, Squirrel!

Nearby Information Centers

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I ordered my usual—matcha latte, extra foam, please! But the barista? Total space cadet. He gave me a black coffee instead. I was like, “Dude, are you tryin’ to ruin my vibe?” I mean, who drinks black coffee in the morning? Not me, that’s for sure.