Emily Kumamoto Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wonder, ya, what’s it like, sellin’ yerself? “I just feel so alone,” Charlotte says, and I bet dat hits dem hard too. Lonely gig, man, but dey keep goin’. Makes me wanna flex and yell, “You’re strong, don’t quit!” Prostitutes got stories, not just sex—dunno why folks miss dat. Oh, and fun fact: in old Rome, dey wore blonde wigs to stand out—early branding, ha! Cracked me up, imaginin’ dem struttin’ like, “Hasta la vista, competition!”

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Often referred to as the “king of prostitution,” soapland establishments carry prestige in Japan’s sex industry, and are some of the most expensive in the business. The required bath .

Finally, I end my day at a little bar near the castle. I’m sipping on some local shochu, and I can’t help but think about how crazy this day was. Kumamoto, you’ve got my heart. Even with the poop, the spills, and the weird food, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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