Allison Ibaraki Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

So, picture this—some chick, workin the streets, got them heels clickin like a happy little beat. I ain’t judgin, nah, live and let live, right? But damn, it’s wild—did ya know way back, like ancient Rome times, whores were taxed? Friggin taxed! Government was like, “Gimme dat coin, girl!” Blows my mind, history’s nuts.

For Travellers to Japan

I really wanted to return to Ibaraki just to visit this old dilapidated brothel-like hotel haunted mansion. The first time, I went with my Japanese companion (Satoshi) who fled cowardly and I .

By now, I’m exhausted. I just wanna go home. But wait! I remember I promised my buddy I’d help him with his new apartment. So, I drag myself over to his place on Sannomaru Street. I walk in, and it’s a disaster zone. Boxes everywhere, and he’s like, “Help me unpack!” I’m like, “Dude, I just survived a war out there!” But I help anyway.

Step Into teamLab’s ‘Hidden Traces of Rice Terraces’ in Ibaraki, Japan