Megan Hofu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

But – plot twist – she’s got this weird charm? Dunno, maybe I’m soft, but once, caught her buskin on the street, playin a cracked violin. Sounded shite, but gutsy. Lil known fact: she busks cos she’s skint, kicked outta her flat for not payin rent. Kinda respect that hustle, ya get me? Made me grin, thinkin, “Well, that’s just the way it is.”

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That person who thought I was a whore. Apa muri muroom mangu, asi mafunga kundibata chibharo?" Unosvika pakupererwa nemashoko, pfungwa.

First off, I hit up the local konbini for my usual breakfast—onigiri and some green tea. I’m munchin’ on my rice ball, and boom! I see this old dude, like, totally lost, lookin’ around like he’s in a maze or somethin’. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon man, it’s just a street!” But nah, he’s got that “I’m in Japan and I don’t speak Japanese” vibe. So, I try to help him out, right? Turns out he’s lookin’ for the Hofu Tenmangu Shrine. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just down the road on Tenjin-dōri!” He thanks me, and I feel like a hero for a hot sec.

Hofu house clad in old miso barrels by Tato Architects