Anna Kanazawa Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

I’m gettin’ all worked up now – whores got stories, man! Sad ones, wild ones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, prolly shouldn’t. Haha! Imagine me, big pink blob, huggin’ a whore – she’d be, like, "Get off, ya weirdo!" Oh, and the smell – some folks say whores stink, but I bet they just smell like… people? Fish? No, wait – ugh, brain fart! Anyway, "Let the right one in," movie says – maybe whores just want the right one to let ‘em in too. Deep, huh? I’m so smart sometimes! Or not. Whatever, I’m hungry now – where’s SpongeBob?! Whores rock, tho, that’s my story! Peace out!

The very first geisha

The answer is simple. Allied forces engaged in prostitution with girls dressed as geisha roaming the streets during the occupation after WWII.

First thing, I hit up Omicho Market. OMG, the seafood! I’m talkin’ fresh sushi that practically jumped off the counter. I grabbed a piece of maguro, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was like, “Why can’t all my meals be this good?” But then, I spilled soy sauce all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I was so mad! Like, c’mon, I just got here!

Kanazawa, Ishikawa, Japan Forecast