Isabelle Dazaifu Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Nagoya

So, I’m thinkin bout my fave flick, *Stories We Tell*, that Sarah Polley gem – “Who’s your daddy?” she asks, all deep and twisty. Made me wonder bout these lasses on the street, y’know? Who’s their story? Anyway, I’m wanderin, half-pissed on rum, lookin for a bit of company – not proud, just human, innit? Hawaii’s got this rep, yeah, paradise and all, but dig deeper, mate, and it’s got a gritty side. Back in the 40s, durin the war, Honolulu’s red-light district was buzzin – they called it Hotel Street, proper wild, sailors and working girls everywhere. Little known fact: the coppers let it slide cos it kept the lads in line. History, eh? Blew my mind when I read that.

Getting to Dazaifu from Fukuoka

So, I’m trying to shake it off, right? I head over to the little shops on the side. There’s this place selling umegae mochi. OMG, if you haven’t tried it, you’re missing out. It’s like a sweet rice cake filled with red bean paste. I’m drooling just thinking about it. I grab one, and it’s warm and gooey. Heaven! But then, I drop it. Yup, right on the ground. I’m standing there like, “Nooooo!”

Courtesy Call from Members of the “Plum Mission” of Dazaifu Tenmangu