Olivia Kan Onjicho Whore ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

“Moolaadé” pops in my head—“Purification cuts deep, huh?”—and I’m thinkin’, whore’s purifyin’ nothin’ but her wallet! She’s sly, doll, real sly. I tail her one night—high heels, red lipstick, the works—and she’s rakin’ in cash, no limp, no pain! Made me mad as hell—don’t lie to Marilyn, sugar! But—*giggles*—I kinda admire her guts. Takes balls to scam like that. “We resist!” the gals in “Moolaadé” shout, and whore’s resistin’ the system, her way.

Distance from Osaka to Kan'onjicho

I’m trying to slurp my noodles and respond to emails at the same time. Multitasking? More like disaster waiting to happen. I spilled broth all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking ramen ad.