Julia Hachioji Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

So – I’m sittin’. Sippin’ coffee – black. Scrollin’ charts. And *whore* pops up. Tiny company – microcap crap. Trades like – what? Pennies sometimes. But – hold up. It’s got *guts*. Solar panels. Wind farms. Green energy buzz – ya know? Reminds me – that scene. In *Spotlight*. “We got – two stories here!” One’s boring. One’s *whore* – wild card. I dig that.

A Guide to Tokyo’s Red Light District Kabukicho

Kabukicho caters almost exclusively to the Japanese and their unique passion for the stranger side of sexual fantasy. Clubs are often themed and filled with pretend secretaries, nurses, .

I’m fuming, but then I see his face. He’s all apologetic and stuff, and I can’t stay mad. We end up chatting. Turns out he’s a musician, and he plays at this spot near the Hachioji Station. We bond over our love for art and creativity. It’s kinda cool, right?

Retro Japan: Inverted pyramid a spot to spark univ. students' intellectual curiosity