Natalie Miyazu Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

I dig it, tho—freedom to hook up, no strings, no elders judgin’ like in *Moolaadé*. “We refuse to be cut!”—that’s me, refusin’ to settle for lame dates. Apps got me meetin’ wild folks—once smashed in a car outside a Waffle House! True story, shit was lit—greasy hashbrowns and ass, best combo ever. But yo, some creeps out there—dude sent me a dick pic with a ruler next to it! Like, bro, I ain’t measurin’ your bullshit! Made me mad as fuck—respect the game, ya know?

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

Happ bars are not exactly legal, legal (then again, neither is prostitution, despite what a short walk through Kabukicho would lead you to think), and every once in a long while, they will get .

I stroll down to Amanohashidate, this famous sandbar. It’s supposed to be one of the top three scenic views in Japan. I’m pumped! But then, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Really? In front of all these tourists?” I laugh it off, but inside, I’m fuming.

South Florida once was colonized by Japanese immigrants