Zoe Hikone Whore ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

An Unlikely Existence

Then, I headed down to the shopping streets on Kōen-dōri again. I found this little shop selling handmade crafts. I picked up a cute little daruma doll. The lady was super nice, and I was like, “Aww, this is the best!” But then I realized I left my wallet at the konbini. Ugh! I had to run back, and of course, it was gone. I was like, “No way!”

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