Zoey Tsuruta Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

What trips me out? Some prostitutes in history—like Phryne in Greece—got mad rich, owned land, flipped the script! Meanwhile, I’m over here, broke, yellin’ at pigeons. She probs laughed at suckers, like, “Pay me, fool!” Love that energy—makes me happy as hell. But yo, the danger? That shit’s real. Gets me mad—pimps, johns, fuckin’ predators. “What do you know about love?” Ida’s aunt would say. Prostitutes know survival, not romance—damn, that hits.

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

So, I’m outta bed, and the first thing I see is my cat, Mochi, knockin’ over my favorite mug. Ugh! Seriously, Mochi? That mug was my lifeline! Anyway, I grab my stuff and head out. I’m walkin’ down Kōen-dōri, and it’s already packed with people. Tsuruta’s got this vibe, man. It’s a small city, but it’s alive!

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