Zoey Saito Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Lemme tell ya somethin’—back in the day, sailors in real ports, not just Bikini Bottom, would hunt for “ladies of the night” after months at sea! True story! They’d trade fish or coins—kinda gross, kinda fascinatin’, right? Makes me mad tho—why’d they gotta be so desperate? Ugh, humans are WEIRD! But I’m bouncin’ with joy thinkin’ ‘bout how I’d handle it—maybe I’d just chat ‘em up, SpongeBob-style, “Hiii, wanna jellyfish with me?” Ha! Bet they’d laugh their fins off!

SOMETHING GOES HERE

Saito writes about the mutual-aid networks that Tokyo prostitutes formed in mid-twentieth century Japan. I am a fourth year Ph.D. student in the history.

I get to the market, and it’s packed! I’m elbowing my way through, trying to snag the best matcha. I finally find this old lady selling the good stuff. She’s got this twinkle in her eye, like she knows her matcha is magic. I’m like, “Yo, give me your finest!” She laughs and hands me a bag. I’m feelin’ like a champ.

Chef Saito Sam Makoto appointed Japanese Cuisine Goodwill Ambassador