Samantha Yasu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Osaka

So, picture this—*wiggles eyebrows*—me, bumbling down dodgy Soho streets, flour still in me hair. Lookin’ for a prossie, right? Not coz I’m randy—*slips on banana peel in mind*—just curious, like! Heard this tale once—Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets with their toes. Toes! Imagine that—*giggles, flails arms*—“Gimme ya cash, guv!” Wigglin’ them digits.

The Burakumin (Hamlet people) & Yasu's hometown

When you two get home afterwards, Yasu will definitely be punishing you and when he's done with you, you won't be able to walk properly or sit for a week!

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this cute little café on Kōen-dōri. I order a matcha latte, thinking it’ll be all zen. But the barista messes it up. I get a regular latte instead. I’m like, “What’s this? I ordered matcha!” He just smiles and says, “Surprise!” Surprise? More like a letdown!

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