Aria Mitsuke Prostitute ❤️

About Sapporo

Yo, so I’m a cashier, right? Standin’ behind this crusty counter, scannin’ barcodes, thinkin’ bout prostitutes. Not in a creepy way, nah, just—y’know—ponderin’. Like, what’s the deal with ‘em? This one chick, man, she comes in sometimes. Buys condoms, Red Bull, and gum. Always gum. Weird combo, right? Prostitute energy, no cap. I’m like, “Girl, you chewin’ through the night?” She don’t laugh. Dead eyes. “The children don’t know why,” I mutter, thinkin’ of *The White Ribbon*. That movie’s my jam—bleak as hell. Villages, secrets, messed-up vibes. Prostitutes prolly fit right in.

Akasaka-mitsuke: A quirky blend of old Edo and modern Tokyo

But then, I get a text from my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the Mitsuke Station!” I’m thinking, “Great, more walking.” So, I hustle over there, and of course, I get lost. I end up on the wrong side of the tracks. I’m like, “Seriously? How hard is it to find a train station?”

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