Sarah Esashi Prostitute ❤️

About Tokyo

Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all funny. Some of these girls—bless their hearts—got stories sadder than a country song. Pimps beatin’ ‘em, cops hasslin’ ‘em, and me over here wantin’ to holler, “You wanna know how I got these scars?” like the Joker, ‘cept my scars are from fallin’ off a stage in heels, ha! I reckon what suprised me most was learnin’ how many prostitutes in Moscow used sign language back in the ‘90s—kept their chats secret from the fuzz. Ain’t that slicker than a greased pig?

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A long years in the past, when Esashi was still but a remote countryside district, an old woman arrived from elsewhere and built a thatched hut in what is currently Tsubanacho.

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, and all I can think about is that kid’s smile. It’s the little things, ya know? Esashi might be a small city, but it’s got a big heart. And even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Atsushi Murakami: ‘If Tono becomes synonymous with hops in Japan, I’ll be happy’