Genesis Miyoshi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

DUIB-007 - Nagi Miyoshi

By Dustin Cabeal Miyoshi is such a hard book to review. On the one hand, it’s well-written (with some exception I’ll get to later), illustrated wonderfully and overall not a bad book. On the .

Finally, the rain stopped, and I thought, “Time to head home.” But as I walked back, I saw this street performer near the Miyoshi Station. He was playing the guitar and singing some J-Pop song. Honestly, he was pretty good! I dropped a few yen in his hat. Gotta support local talent, right?

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