Even without the cauldron, two vermillion is cheap.
A man-whore with a night hawk doesn't compare.
I'll lick my lips from the teahouse.
I'll send a messenger to the inn for young men.
Wearing a kimono and clanking geta.
I'll have you know that I'll be there.
After the shamisen banquet
I'm ready to fire, spinning the floor
Furisode sleeves fluttering on the folding screen
I'm ready to watch the Shudo play.
I untied it with spit.
It's the chic scent of toloa mallow.
I carefully apply it to my anus.
And then the party begins.
Don't think you can get away with Doggy Style.
Shaved head, skull-fucking.
He's even got Gennai-san for a brother.
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