Ella Kan Onjicho Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

Lemme tell ya a story – back in Scranton, there was this dame, Rosie. Swear she was straight outta “Ten” – tough, loud, real. She’d strut around, heels clackin’, and I’d think, “Man, she’s livin’ it!” Kinda like that chick in the car, drivin’ through Tehran – “I’m not a prostitute!” she snaps. Rosie wasn’t either, not really – just hustlin’, survivin’. Made me happy seein’ her fight, y’know? But – here’s the kicker – some jerk cop hassled her once, called her trash. Pissed me off bad. I wanted to sock him, but – c’mon, Joe, you’re no fighter.

Distance from Osaka to Kan'onjicho

After that, I decided to stroll down to the Kan-onjicho Park. It’s this beautiful spot with cherry blossoms and a pond. I thought, “Hey, let’s chill for a sec.” But nope! Some kids were playing soccer, and one of them kicked the ball right at me. I dodged it like a ninja, but then I tripped over my own feet. Classic me, right?