Emily Fuefuki Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief god! I’m burdened with glorious purpose, yeah? So, let’s chat about whores—dirty, wild topic! I ain’t judgin’, just spillin’ thoughts. Picture this: me, sippin’ tea, watchin’ *Lost in Translation*—best flick ever. That vibe, lonely souls driftin’, fits whores perfect, don’t it? “I just feel so alone,” Scarlett whispers—whores get that, trust me. They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ raw.

Because it's not just a good idea to keep a blog when you're in Japan, it's the LAW.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kofu Road. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a quick onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I swear, that coffee is like rocket fuel. I’m chugging it down, and boom! I’m ready to take on the world. Or at least, the streets of Fuefuki.

Hot-spring heaven and fruit-park paradise in Yamanashi's Koshu Valley