Mia Izunokuni Brothel ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Sarcasm time—oh, such a noble trade, screwing for scraps. Still, beats kissing Tywin’s boots. “Lobby boy!” I’d yell, like Gustave, but at some trembling wench. Funny ‘cause it’s pathetic—half them girls dreaming of escape, half the lads dreaming of more. Disorderly? Good—my head’s a mess, brothels are worse. Spill wine, spill secrets, spill blood—same diff. You’d love it or loathe it, but you’d not forget it. Now sod off—I’m done.

1. Shuzenji Niji-no-Sato Park

I’m walking down the street, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s actually pretty dope. I stop for a sec, totally vibing. But then, this kid runs by, knocks my coffee outta my hand! Like, seriously?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, watching my precious latte splatter everywhere. I’m fuming.

Food delivery worker commended for saving elderly man in central Japan city