Brooklyn Shibukawa Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

So, this gal—let’s call her Missy—she’s workin’ the docks. Not far from my boat, swear it! She’s out there, struttin’, fishnets torn, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I holler in my head, Dr. Phil-style. She’s got guts, tho—hustlin’ while I’m haulin’ fish. Made me mad, seein’ her shiverin’ in the cold. Ain’t right—nobody carin’! But damn, she’s tough—tougher’n a barracuda.

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The women charged their customers yen per hour-long session.

So, I head over to the Shibukawa River. The view is sick! Cherry blossoms everywhere, petals floatin’ like they own the place. I’m feelin’ all zen and stuff. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, trippin’ over his own feet, and spills his ice cream all over my shoes. Ugh! I was like, “Dude, really?!” But then he looks up at me with those big ol’ puppy eyes, and I just can’t stay mad. Kids, man. They got a way of messin’ with your heart.

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