Violet Sakura Prostitute ❤️

About Kyoto

Real talk, tho—once had a session so good, I nearly cried, like “What the fuck is happening?” Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I felt like a goddamn queen! It’s bad bitch o’clock every time I book one. Y’all try it—live a little, get lost in the sauce, like Bill Murray lost in Japan. Peace out, loves!

The Red Converse Girl — Prostitution or courtesan au

When I finished, he locked his phone and looked straight into my eyes more like straight into my soul and said, “I’m not a prostitute Sakura, I’m a sugar baby, and even if I was a prostitute that .

Next, I find myself at the Sakura Castle. It’s stunning! I mean, the architecture is wild. I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I’m not even ashamed. I’m a forester, but I appreciate beauty, ya know? I’m standing there, and this old guy starts chatting me up. He’s all about the history of the place. I’m nodding, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I just wanna see the cherry blossoms!”

Sakura without the sneezes: Tokyo observatory hosts indoor cherry blossom display