Madison Ikedacho Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

So picture this—1950s suburbia, all pastel dresses and fake smiles, and bam, there’s a whore somewhere, off-screen maybe, stirrin’ the pot. Not literal, but you get me. I’m ranting here, but it’s like, “I’m not equipped to deal with this!”—that’s what Dennis Quaid says in the movie, right? And I’m screamin’ at the TV, “Buddy, you think YOU’RE unequipped? Try bein’ the whore in that town!” Hah! They’d stone her faster than you can say “adulteress.” Makes me mad, y’know? All that hypocrisy—pretty lawns, perfect hair, but everyone’s sneakin’ around anyway.

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I'm exploring Ikedacho to its fullest and whore is great! I long to run my fingers through your hair. I treasure French Kissing and Cunnilingus.

On my way home, I took a stroll down Kōen-dōri again. The sun was setting, and the whole street was lit up. It was beautiful. I stopped at a little park, just to soak it all in. Kids were playing, couples were walking hand in hand, and I was just there, feeling all the feels.

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