Luna Yoshii Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

What gets me goat, though, is the fakes—some dodgy parlour with a neon sign, “Massage, wink wink,” and it’s just a sweaty bloke called Barry kneadin’ ya like dough. Fuck off, Barry! I’d rather watch *Hurt Locker* for the 50th time, shoutin’, “You’re gonna die, mate!” at the telly. But when it’s good—fuck me—it’s proper lush. Like, “Welcome to the hurt locker, soldier,” but instead of bombs, it’s bliss.

ETC Yoshii’s tracks

The school I narrowed it down to was Yoshii. I am not sure. Wishing to share with others to see what info out there can help.

Then, I stroll down to the Yoshii River. The water’s glistening, and I’m feeling all zen. I sit on a bench, sketching the view. But then, outta nowhere, this group of tourists shows up, blasting music. I’m like, “C’mon, guys, we’re trying to vibe here!” But they’re having a blast, so I can’t be too mad.

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