The reason I visited the park late at night was none other than because I heard a disturbing rumor. A woman with a good style who appears night after night in a park toilet that is crowded with children during the day. In fact, it seems that she is not a woman but a cross-dresser who specializes in stand-up selling. The figure, standing still smoking a cigarette, approached me. "Hey, why don't we play together? You're super good at licking it." The piercing on her tongue shines. An underground document that seeks realism. This transvestite exists.
