Julia Minato Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

The Orange Ninja’s Red and Yellow

But then, just when I think it can’t get crazier, I see a guy dressed as a giant octopus. I’m talkin’ full-on costume, tentacles and all. He’s dancin’ around, and I’m like, “What the heck is this?” Kenji and I are crackin’ up. I mean, who doesn’t love a giant dancing octopus?

Spreading the Appeal of “Japan Heritage” ~Toward Certification of Minato Gateway City as a Japan Heritage Site~