Megan Higashimurayama Prostitute ❤️

About Osaka

Oh, and the ending—happy ones, they call ‘em? Pfft, overrated! Gimme a good neck crack instead—D’oh! Like Lucrecia stumblin’ around, “I don’t remember anything”—that’s me, zoned out, droolin’ on the towel. Best part? Feelin’ like a king for an hour. Worst? When they say, “Time’s up!” Nooo! Gimme more, ya jerks!

Special Reports

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” So, we all pile out onto the street. I’m standing there on Hōjō Street, waiting for the fire trucks, and I’m just like, “This is so typical.” I mean, it’s Higashimurayama, not Tokyo. We don’t have fires every day!

4 residents die in early a.m. house fire in western Tokyo