Ella Tanabe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

I reckon she’s a laugh, tho—sarcastic as me, maybe. Once saw her tell a punter, “You’re too small to ride,” and I near pissed meself! Surprised me, that—got a gob on her, fair play. Still, she’s a whore, ain’t she? Sells it cheap, smells like cheaper perfume—fuckin rank. Gets me happy, tho, watchin her hustle—proper graft, that. Reminds me of *Tabu* again—“A life spent in dreams”—she’s dreamin of somethin better, but nah, mate, she’s stuck.

No Results

I dash over to the café, and there’s Mr. Tanaka, sippin’ his drink like he’s on vacation. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re a target, not a tourist!” But he’s all smiles, and I can’t help but crack a grin. He’s got that charm, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, I spot this sketchy dude lurkin’ in the corner. My instincts kick in.

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