Paisley Chofu Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

Contains tracks

Chofu, a charming area of Western Tokyo filled with much tradition and things to do, is only a short train ride away from Shinjuku Station.

As the day goes on, I’m juggling calls like a circus act. I get a call from a guy on Sakae Street. He’s locked out of his car. I’m like, “Dude, how?” But I send someone anyway.

Tokyo gang breaks no-weapons rule, shows up for fight with rivals carrying spiked bat