Nora Mitsuke Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

What gets me ragin’ tho – the pimps. Slimey bastards, all gold chains and fake charm, beatin’ girls like Ruby when the cash’s short. Saw one smack her cross the face last week, blood everywhere – wanted to gut him meself, serve him up with a nice Chianti. “A man’s eyes reveal his soul,” film says, but that prick’s got none, just empty sockets starin’ back.

My Brushes With the Yakuza – Reflections of Life in Akasaka, Tokyo

Prostitute and her attendant walking in front of the Iseya shop, c. Mitsuke: Tenryū River View, c. Utagawa Hiroshige; Publisher.

After a few drinks, I’m feeling bold. I challenge him to a karaoke battle. I’m belting out some old-school J-Pop, and he’s just dying laughing. I can’t sing for crap, but who cares? It’s Mitsuke, and we’re living our best lives!

Edo era-themed sushi restaurant to bring delicious food, historical decor to Tokyo this month