Avery Matsue Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice, well, we ain’t gonna be fooled again! I seen some shady dudes tryin’ to stiff ‘em—makes my blood boil! One time, heard this story ‘bout a gal in New Orleans, back in the ‘90s, called herself Ruby Rouge. She’d slip a lil’ extra cash to street kids—quiet like, no fuss. Ain’t that a kicker? Heart of gold, but folks still spit on her. Pisses me off, y’all! World’s all screwy—judge ‘em but won’t help ‘em.

Matsue, The City of Water, Shimane Prefecture

Later, we wandered through the streets of Matsue. The narrow alleys, the cute little shops. I found this tiny place on Kōraku Street selling the best matcha ever. I mean, I could swim in it. Seriously. But then, I spilled some on my kimono. Ugh, the horror! I was freaking out, like, “Noooo!”

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