Bella Yabu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Lemme tell ya a story – back in Scranton, there was this dame, Rosie. Swear she was straight outta “Ten” – tough, loud, real. She’d strut around, heels clackin’, and I’d think, “Man, she’s livin’ it!” Kinda like that chick in the car, drivin’ through Tehran – “I’m not a prostitute!” she snaps. Rosie wasn’t either, not really – just hustlin’, survivin’. Made me happy seein’ her fight, y’know? But – here’s the kicker – some jerk cop hassled her once, called her trash. Pissed me off bad. I wanted to sock him, but – c’mon, Joe, you’re no fighter.

Aman Residences, Tokyo

I was a whore. A whore who was needing a money. “Yabu..” “Be mine. Be mine and I'll pay you forever..” I felt this was the way for me to get.

I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, our samples got mixed up. Ugh! I sprint down to the lab on Shōwa-dōri. I’m dodging people, tripping over my own feet. Yabu’s streets are packed, man! I swear, I almost knocked over this old lady. Sorry, lady!

Aman Residences Tokyo float high above the Japanese capital