Skylar Takamori Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Back in the 80s, right, little known fact – London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em. Coppers didn’t give a toss, just let ‘em strut about. Now it’s all online, innit? Apps for everythin’ – swipe right for a quickie! Makes me furious, tho – where’s the grit, the chaos? All polished up now, like a crap pop song. Used to be ya could stumble on a prossie by accident, now it’s a bloody transaction. “This is how we do it now?” I’d mutter, pissed off.

Takamori-kun wo Damarasetai!!

I'm loving the Takarazuka vibe and find-a-prostitute is splendid! I long to run my fingers through your hair. Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Prostate.

After that, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. I wander around, soaking in the vibes. The lanterns are lit, and the whole place is glowing. I bump into some old friends from high school. We’re laughing, reminiscing about the good ol’ days. It’s like a mini-reunion right there in Takamori.

Women carry the burden in sculptor Lena Takamori’s solo show