Mia Imaricho Ko Whore ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

But ugh, the pricks who judge ‘em—makes my blood boil! Like, who’re you, ya sanctimonious twat? They’re out there survivin’, while you’re whinin’ about morals. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s crew—kill or be killed, no preachin’ spare. Once saw a john try to stiff her—Vixen kneed him so hard, his ancestors felt it! Laughed my arse off—serves him right, the sleazy git. “I’m the king ‘round here!” he’d yelp, but nah, mate, she ruled that turf.

Pratiquer le Barre à Imarichō-kō

I’m sitting there, trying to enjoy the view of the cherry blossoms. They’re in full bloom, and it’s gorgeous. But all I can think is, “Why can’t they just chill?” I mean, it’s Imaricho-ko, not a rave!