Valentina Ushiku Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

For Travellers to Japan

So, I rush to my first gig at Ushiku City Hall. It’s a community event, and I’m pumped. I get there, and it’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m trying to find my client, and I’m dodging folks left and right. Ushiku’s streets are usually chill, but today? Nah, it’s like a human maze.

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