Rose Himeji Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” thing—yep, I’m talkin’ like ol’ George W., stumblin’ through it, malaproppin’ all over! Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been around, like, forever—old as dirt, prolly older than my ranch in Crawford. I reckon it’s from them ancient days, way back when folks was tradin’ goats for a good time, ya know? “Fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—can’t get fooled again!” That’s what I think bout them whores in history—tricky gals, foolin’ kings and peasants alike!

Walking the world, one step at a time.

So, I get to my first meeting at this cute little café near Himeji Castle. The place is called Café de Lune, and it’s got the best matcha lattes. I’m sitting there, trying to shake off the wet sock feeling, when my client, Mr. Tanaka, shows up late. Like, dude, you’re the one who wanted to meet early! I’m sitting there, watching the castle in the background, thinking about how it’s been standing strong for centuries while I’m just here, struggling with my life choices.

In Japan, higher prices for foreign visitors come with caveats