Mia Iwamizawa Prostitute ❤️

About Osaka

Met this one prossie—Cherry, she called herself—proper firecracker. Told me ‘bout a client who paid her in rare coins once, like some pirate loot! Swear she wasn’t lyin’, showed me one, all shiny’n’old. Made me happy, that—love a good quirky tale. Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, findin’ treasure in trash. Cherry’s out there, hustlin’, survivin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Good on ya, lass, you’re a bloody legend.”

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high-class Edo-period pleasure house (where outside prostitutes were hired to entertained guests) Iwamizawa-shi, Iwamizawa TEL. FAX.

I rush over to the festival at the Iwamizawa Civic Center. It’s packed! Food stalls everywhere, people in yukatas, and the smell of takoyaki fills the air. I’m trying to set up my stuff, but it’s chaos. I’m tripping over cables, and this lady selling yakitori keeps bumping into me. I’m like, “Can I get some space here?” But she just smiles and offers me a skewer. I mean, who can say no to food, right?

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