Aurora Fukagawa Whore ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

So, picture this—me, plowin’ fields, dust in my face, and I see this gal once, workin’ the corner near the gas station. Bold as brass, skirt shorter than my patience! I’m like, damn, she’s out here, rain or shine, no tractor to hide in. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—don’t judge, I ain’t no saint! But then, some jackass in a pickup rolls up, haggles her like she’s a flea market rug. Pissed me off! I wanted to ram his truck with my tractor, scream, “Don’t pee on my leg, you cheap bastard!” Whores deserve better than that crap.

If My Body Must Be the Image of Your Whore Goddess

So, I wrap up the day, head home, and crash on my couch. Fukagawa, you crazy city! You keep me on my toes. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. But for now, I’m just gonna dream of wasabi-free mochi and smooth rides. Peace out!

Take a trip back in time with an Edo Period-style hanami at the Oedo Fukagawa Sakura Festival