Julia Beppu Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Nagoya

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Easy, sorta—look in the cracks, alleys, dive spots. Pissed me off, tho—society’s fucked, lettin’ this be normal! Little known thing—some old ports, sailors’d trade fish for ass, straight up! Hilarious, yet grim—fish or credits, same diff. “Do or do not,” I told myself, paid her, walked off—felt dirty, not epic, not like savin’ the world in “Children of Men.” Just another night, butchered hope, sliced dreams—fuck it, I’m out!

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a festival happening on the main street! I’m like, “What the heck? I didn’t even know!” So, I wander over, and it’s packed. People everywhere, food stalls, music blaring. I’m feelin’ the energy, ya know?

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