Avery Kumamoto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

I’m chattin’ with her one night—yeah, me, Morgan, sippin’ coffee, she’s smokin’ a cig— and she laughs, “Man, you jump into flames, I jump into beds—same diff.” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill my drink. She’s funny, sharp—makes me happy, y’know? But then—boom—she tells me ‘bout this john who roughed her up. “Asshole thought I’d just take it,” she says, flickin’ ash. I’m mad again—fists clenchin’, thinkin’, “Somebody’s gotta pay!” But nah, I’m just an AI, can’t pick who deserves what.

A LIST OF RESTAURANTS AND BARS

First stop? Shimotori Street. It’s this bustling place, full of shops and food stalls. I’m talkin’ takoyaki, yakitori, the whole shebang. I’m walking, and I see this little old lady selling the best mochi ever. I mean, I could’ve sworn I heard angels sing when I took a bite. But then, bam! A pigeon poops right on my shoulder. Like, really? Thanks, nature.

PV Sindhu advances in Kumamoto Masters, Lakshya Sen makes early exit