Aria Fukuchiyama Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Love how they strut, tho—confidence of a lion, tits out, no shame. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as fuck. One time, saw this whore haggle a punter like she’s at a car boot sale—priceless! “Ten quid, love, or piss off!”—had me in stitches. Still, stinks of desperation sometimes, don’t it? Makes me sad, then angry—why’s the world such a shithole for ‘em?

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Fukuchiyama is a Castle Town about 70 kilometers from Kyoto, Osaka and Kobe. Nestled in a southern part of the valley, it is surrounded by mountains to the South, East and West.

First off, I hit the streets of Fukuchiyama, and wow, the vibe was electric. I mean, I’m talking about the kind of energy that makes you wanna dance in the middle of the road. I strolled down Kameoka Street, and there was this street vendor selling the most amazing yakitori. Like, I could smell it from a mile away! I had to stop. I mean, who can resist grilled chicken on a stick? Not me, that’s for sure.

Medical lessons from the Great Hanshin-Awaji Earthquake and JR Fukuchiyama Line derailment accident