Anna Ikoma Prostitute ❤️

About Yokohama

I knew this chick once – Candy. Real name? Prolly not. Worked downtown. She’d say – “I’m runnin’ my own gig!” Like she’s the boss. Made me happy – her spunk. But pissed me off too. ‘Cause the streets – they chew ya up. Like that scene – “You’re gonna kill him for me!” – desperation, man. She’d tell stories – johns cryin’ on her shoulder. Pathetic! One guy – left his wife’s ring. As payment. What a schmuck.

Japan’s hookers anxious as My Number looms

First stop, I’m cruising down Ikoma’s main drag, Ikoma-dori. It’s packed with shops and cafes, and I’m just vibin’. I grab a coffee from this little joint called “Kissa Katsu.” Best coffee in town, no cap. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. Emergency call from a client. A tree’s about to fall on their house! Like, seriously? Who lets a tree get that bad?

Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress ‒ Episode 3