The new rose, the rose. What are you saying? Will I be able to glue this fateful rose with graceful petals to me? Or will I not even be able to meet her on the streets of Tokyo?
The scent of the rose is like that of the cherry trees in bloom. It wraps me slowly and tenderly.
But is the rose really profitable? Or does it abandon you and leave you nothing? I would like a lot of money besides sex. Good sushi, sex and money as power in my hands. Women tied to me like mermaids with Ulysses.
The tides that envelop me and tear me gently.
Soon my life will change I feel it.
I will not take any wrong steps, but I will simply try to make the right woman fall in love. And then I really like it when a woman shouts my name while we have sex.
Calt oh yes. PLEASE!!! I have never been with a geisha but I think it will be beautiful.
In October last year I lost my soul part, my sun in the twilight.
My mother.
She was beautiful and loved by my father who is now in prison without any fault. I will be able to get him out of there.
But first I have to find my cherry-scented rose.