Elise Nakatsugawa Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find a prostitute? Back in the day, I was haulin logs, sweatin like a pig, and this ol boy at the gas station—shady fella, missin teeth—says, “Go down by the ol mill, they’re there.” I’m thinkin, “What in tarnation? That’s where the ghosts hang out!” Like Boonmee seein them monkey spirits, ya know, “The past clings to us!” I ain’t lyin, it felt spooky, like I was steppin into some past-life hoedown.

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

First off, I hit up the local coffee shop on Nakatsugawa’s main drag, Sakae-dori. I’m all about that caffeine fix. I order my usual—black coffee, no sugar. The barista, this super chill dude, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, I need that!” But he just laughs it off. I mean, come on! I’m not made of money!

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