Julia Ibaraki Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Met this one bird, swear she’s a legend. Worked the corners in Soho back in ‘90s – now she’s online, rakin’ it in. Told me once, “Bondy, I’ve seen blokes you wouldn’t believe.” Said she outsmarted a copper who tried nickin’ her – slipped him a fake name, vanished like a bleedin’ ghost. “Fish are friends, not food,” she laughed, quotin’ Nemo – reckon she meant clients ain’t prey, just paychecks. Got me chucklin’, that did.

The Comfort Women and State Prostitution

By now, I’m exhausted. I just wanna go home. But wait! I remember I promised my buddy I’d help him with his new apartment. So, I drag myself over to his place on Sannomaru Street. I walk in, and it’s a disaster zone. Boxes everywhere, and he’s like, “Help me unpack!” I’m like, “Dude, I just survived a war out there!” But I help anyway.

Ibaraki – “Rashomon”