Nora Tome Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Dunno, mate, it’s a headfuck – they’re tough, but fragile, like. Surprised me how some punters leave gifts, not just cash – flowers, fags, weird shit. “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d say I’m soft for carin’, but I see ‘em, y’know? Not just slags, but proper fighters, scrappin’ through the muck. *Fish Tank* vibes, "Look at me, I’m dancin’," only it’s a lap dance, not a stage. Fuckin’ tragic, but fuckin’ real. What d’ya reckon, eh?

The prostitutes

First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m strollin’ through, and BAM! The smell of grilled yakitori hits me like a freight train. I’m drooling, man. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this dude spill soy sauce all over the place. Like, c’mon, bro! It’s a market, not a slip-n-slide! I’m tryin’ to enjoy my food, and now I’m dodging puddles of soy. Ugh!

Tri-State defeats Tome in MIL championship