Camila Omihachiman Whore ❤️

About Osaka

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t no perv—well, maybe a bit, cackle cackle—but it’s fascinatin’, right? You’re lyin’ there, oils everywhere, thinkin’, “Is this legal? Am I a legend or a creep?” Total headfuck. Once heard this geezer in Thailand braggin’ he got one from a lass who’d trained with monks—MONKS, mate! Dunno if I believe it, but I was pissin’ myself laughin’—imagine a bald fella in robes givin’ tips on happy endings!

Omi Hachiman

Omihachiman was just OK to me with no wow factors. If you go, check the bus schedule heading back to the train station. We took a taxi from the station to the canal area but going back, the .

As the sun sets, I’m walkin’ back, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Omihachiman is a gem. It’s got this vibe, ya know? The mix of history, food, and random moments. I’m exhausted but happy.

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