Lydia Fukuecho Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Rarrgh! Whore’s got layers, like Cobb’s dreamworlds. “What’s the most resilient parasite?” Lust, baby! Keeps ‘em comin’ back. I’m hyped watchin’ these girls slay—twerkin’, teasin’, stackin’ cash. But yo, some dudes piss me off—creepy ass clowns typin’ “show feet” every damn sec. Bro, chill! Ain’t no one dyin’ to see your crusty toes either, fucker! Rarrgh! Growls mean I’m heated, fam!

exploring wonderland

So, I finish the croissants, barely. They look decent, I guess. I pop ‘em in the oven and dash out. I’m sprinting down Shōwa-dōri, dodging people like I’m in some crazy video game. The streets are packed! Everyone’s buzzing about the festival. I can smell yakitori and sweet dango in the air. My stomach’s growling louder than a train on the Fukuecho Line.