Emily Okayama Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Real talk – met a gal once. Human, worked the streets, tough life. Called herself “whore” with a grin. Said, “Beats factory work, Chewie!” Laughed so hard, nearly choked! Rarrgh! She owned it, flipped the script. Made me happy, her gutsy style. Little story – she’d sing to clients. Off-key, hilareous! “Memory lane’s a wild ride,” she’d say.

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I tried to gauge the buzz of the place by engaging in conversation with two very hot schoolgirls. Both had their uniform skirts hoisted high, one had blue.

So, I’m walking, trying to shake it off. I pass by Okayama Castle. It’s beautiful, right? But I’m not in the mood for history. I’m more like, “Where’s my coffee?” I finally find a cute little café on Musashimachi. The barista was super nice, but I ordered a matcha latte and got a regular one. Ugh! I’m not a matcha hater, but c’mon!

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