Hannah Fukayacho Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Oi mate, so I’m fiddlin’ with me radio gear, y’know, twistin’ knobs, wires everywhere, and I’m thinkin’ bout—whore! Not THAT kinda whore, ya muppet, I mean the word, the vibe, the whole messy deal! *trips over a cable, mumbles* Oof, nearly ate the floor there! Anyway, sittin’ there, solderin’ stuff, I reckon “whore” gets a bad rap, innit? Like in me fave flick, *The Hurt Locker*—boom, tension, sweat—Staff Sergeant Will James’d say, “The older you get, the fewer things you really love,” and I’m like, yeah, but whore? It’s complicated, bruv!

Escorts in Fukayachō

By the time I head home, I’m exhausted but happy. I think about all the craziness of the day. The poop, the fire alarm, the street performer. Fukayacho is a rollercoaster, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.