Aria Kodaira Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? It’s a damn trip, like wanderin through Paris in *Before Sunset*. You’re chasin somethin real, somethin raw, but it’s slippery as hell. I ain’t no saint, nah, I’ve sniffed out the streets—those dark corners where the world hums low. You ever smell desperation, Clarice? It’s thick, like overripe fruit, makes ya gag but pulls ya in.

I have compiled information for living in Kodaira City, Tokyo.

Then I head to my shop on Kōen-dōri. It’s a cozy little spot, but man, it gets wild. I’m setting up my boards, and suddenly, this dude bursts in. He’s all frantic, like he just saw a ghost or something. Turns out, he’s got a hot tip on a horse race. I’m like, “Dude, chill! What’s the scoop?” He’s rambling about some horse named “Lucky Star” or whatever. I’m skeptical, but hey, I’m a bookmaker. I gotta take risks, right?

Japanese skater Nao Kodaira writes a letter to Lee Sang-hwa