Ashley Ashiya Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Lemme tell ya a secret—back in old London, whores ran the streets, called ‘em “Winchester Geese.” Church owned ‘em, taxed ‘em, wild right? History’s fucked up like that. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine some bishop pimpin’, robes and all! Hilarious shit. But real talk, whores got stories—grit, pain, power—like Jack sayin’, “We coulda had a good life,” but nah, world’s too cruel.

Interview: Ashiya / @ashiyaart

Yasuo, a night-shift construction worker in Yoshiwara, Tokyo’s main soapland district, explains that customers pay for an initial bath with a soap girl, then purchase what they desire. In most.

Fast forward to the izakaya, and it’s packed. I’m talking standing room only. We squeeze in, and I’m ready to eat my weight in yakitori. But then, the power goes out! Like, seriously? It’s pitch black, and everyone’s freaking out. I’m laughing, thinking, “This is just my luck.”

Wright-designed house among Ashiya buildings up for VR tours