Grace Towada Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

So, I’m in this damn elevator, buttons buzzin’, folks yappin’. Hate the noise, but I picture whore—bold, takin’ no crap. Like Celine, “I’m designed to feel,” she’d get it, that fire. Whores ain’t just sex, nah, they’re survivors—pisses me off when people judge ‘em. Middle Ages, they had guilds, legit unions! Who knew, right? Not me, ‘til I dug in. Surprised the hell outta me—organized, badass, like a secret club.

Getting there and around

The brunette with blonde highlights. Great body but gets that from running bar to bar. She should attend AA meetings. Says she’s very open and upfront but strings you along and plays mind .

After that, I head back inside, and it’s a whole new crowd. This time, it’s a group of tourists. They’re all excited, snapping pics of everything. One guy’s trying to ask me about the best ramen spots in Towada. I’m like, “Bro, you gotta hit up Katsuya on Aomori Street. Best tonkotsu in town!” He’s nodding like he’s writing a novel or something.

Community centre by Kengo Kuma has an undulating floor