Camila Namerikawa Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

I get pissed thinkin’ ‘bout the johns—slimy dudes with no spine. Wanna punch ‘em out, Apollo-style! “I must break you,” I’d say, crackin’ knuckles. But then, some of these girls, they got heart—makes me grin. Tougher than half the punks I fought in the ring. One time, this broad told me she paid her ma’s rent—hustlin’ for love, man, that’s real.

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I’m walking back to my bike, and I see this cute little café on the corner of Namerikawa and Kurobe. I’m like, “Screw it, I need a pick-me-up.” I grab a matcha latte, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I sit down, and this lady next to me starts talking about her cat. I’m like, “Lady, I just saved a kid’s leg, and you’re talking about Mr. Whiskers?” But she’s so into it, I can’t help but smile.

Record haul of firefly squid, but Noto quake killed snow crab catch