Nova Minamata Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

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My residence is in Minamata and whore is wonderful! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I treasure Dirtytalk and Striptease/.

Finally, I head back to my place, exhausted but happy. I think about all the emotions I felt today. Anger, joy, surprise. It’s wild how one city can hit you so hard. Minamata, you’ve got my heart.

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