Taylor Zama Whore ❤️

About Yokohama

Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores – D’oh! Not like that, ya perv! I mean “whore” as in, y’know, the whole gig, the oldest job ever. Mmm… donuts. Anyway, I’m a Business Analyst now, right? Fancy pants Homer! So I’m analysin’ this – whores, they’re like, entrepreneurs, yeah? Self-employed, makin’ cash, dodgin’ taxes – smart cookies! Kinda like Jesse and Celine in “Before Sunset,” y’know, my fave flick. They’re just wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ life, love, and crap – no plan, just vibes. Whores? Same deal, man, no 9-to-5 grind!

My Friend Matt and Hena the Whore

Over a period of just days, a total of 34 individuals resurfaced from the perilous depths, offering chilling accounts of their subterranean existence. Their stories paint a picture of forced labour, .

Then, I hit up the train station. Zama Station, man, it’s always a hustle. I’m dodging people left and right, trying not to spill my drink. And of course, I missed my train by like, two seconds. Just my luck! So, I had to wait for the next one. I swear, the trains in Zama are like clockwork, but today? Nah, not happening.

Camp Zama volunteers plant (sunflower) seeds of friendship with neighboring Zama City