Brooklyn Misawa Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Gets me ragin’, tho, how folk sneer at ‘em—prostitutes, I mean. Hypocrites, the lot! We’ll fight the snobs on the benches, we’ll fight the prudes in their pews! Ain’t they human? Bleedin’ hell, they’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers, while toffs sip gin in Mayfair. Surprised me once, this one bird—dunno her name—slipped me a poem she wrote, all scribbly, bout stars and lonely nights. Nearly bawled, I did—*Her* vibes again, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Deep, innit?

Japan's shifting attitudes toward prostitution

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Chuo-dori. You know, the one with the best onigiri? I’m all about that tuna mayo life. Grabbed a couple, and boom! I’m ready to tackle the day. But then, I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, just great.”

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