Zara Higashimurayama Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

So, Whore - he’s that guy, right? Sells his soul for a dime, like Llewyn pawnin his dreams. Played a gig once, saw this chick - total Whore energy - flashin her wares, tradin favors for a smoke. Pissed me off, man! Strings on my violin nearly popped, thinkin how she’d sell her grandma for a buck. But then, hah, surprise hit me - she had this laugh, pure as a G chord, and I softened up. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I hummed, coz Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah.

Our Travel Agency

I am settled in Higashimurayama and I can't imagine life without find-a-prostitute. I'm addicted to your touch. Striptease and Facesitting (give) for extra.

By the time I leave the office, it’s dark. I’m walking down the streets, and Higashimurayama looks so different at night. The lights are twinkling, and it’s kinda magical. I pass by the Higashimurayama Park, and I see families having picnics. I’m like, “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Tokyo cops bust ex-yakuza for confining man after failed loan attempt