Sadie Minamishibetsucho Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

There’s this spot – lower back. She hits it. Boom. I’m seein’ stars. “The oath… is sacred!” – that’s “Moolaadé” talkin’. Sacred, man. Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’ – it’s *art*. Some say it’s sketchy – pfft. Idiots. It’s old as dirt – Egyptians did it. With lotus oil. Smelled like heaven, probly.

November Weather in Minamishibetsucho

Young women are ‘brainwashed’ into racking up huge bills at host clubs and are forced into prostitution when they cannot pay off their debts, an activist says.

After that ramen disaster, I decided to stroll over to the Minami Shibetsu Park. It’s got this sick pond, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. I mean, it was beautiful, but I was still salty about my shirt. I sat on a bench, tryin’ to chill, but then this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocked me over. Kids, man. They got no chill.