Amelia Takahashi Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—sexual-massage is somethin else! I’m like, sprawled out, thinkin of Timbuktu, ya know, that flick I adore? That slow, dusty vibe—makes me feel all sultry. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin—naw, it’s a whole mood! Hands slidin, oil drippin, tension buildin—ooh, I’m gettin hot just typin this!

Australian Literature. The Independent Woman. The Lone Hand

Then, I’m walking down Kōen-dōri, and I spot this little food stall. You know, the kind that smells like heaven? I’m like, “Yesss, give me all the takoyaki!” But the lady behind the counter? She’s got a serious case of the grumps. I’m trying to be all friendly, and she just glares at me. Like, chill, lady! I’m just here for the food!

UNDERCOVER Founder Jun Takahashi on Making Art, Not Clothes