Mila Takahama Whore ❤️

About Saitama

Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some wild stuff in my day—back in Nashville, there was this gal, Ruby, a real honest-to-God whore with a heart bigger’n my hair! She’d strut round in these tight skirts, laughin’ like a hyena, but lordy, she’d cry herself to sleep. Made me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how folks judged her. Ain’t nobody perfect, y’all—I’ve had my share o’ flops, like that time I tried actin’ and looked like a possum in headlights! But Ruby, she’d wink and say, “Dolly, I’m just tradin’ what I got for what I need.” Ain’t that the truth?

Japan’s best-kept secret: the gorgeous beaches of Takahama town

The difference between a harem master and a manwhore is the amount of dick that gets passed around.

First off, I head out to grab some breakfast. I’m strolling down the street, and I’m hit by this amazing smell. Turns out, it’s from a little joint called “Takahama Ramen.” I mean, who can resist ramen, right? I order a bowl, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talking umami overload. I’m practically floating on a cloud of noodles.

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