Penelope Muramatsu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Alright, listen up, ya filthy landlubber. I’m a fisherman, hate everything, ‘cept maybe fishin’. So, findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, what a mess. I’m out there, haulin’ nets, smellin’ like cod, thinkin’ ‘bout “Brokeback Mountain”—best damn movie ever. Ennis and Jack, they got it, y’know? “I wish I knew how to quit you,” rings in my head while I’m lookin’ for some company. Ain’t no sheepherders ‘round here, just docks and salty air.

Touring Tokyo’s ‘Ginza of prostitution’

Noodle boy; Like Yoshida, he's pretty much just ready to charge in and be a tank when the situation demands it. He's pretty good when it comes to ambushing.

Finally, I get to the café on Sakae-dōri. It’s this cute little spot, right? I grab a coffee, and the barista, this dude with a killer mustache, gives me a weird look. Like, bro, I’m just here for caffeine! I sit down, and my phone buzzes. It’s a text from a student. “Help! I’m lost!” Classic.

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