Sarah Nishifukuma Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Pan’s got that bit, “Obey me, or else!”—that’s them pimps, innit? Controlling, cruel. Makes me wanna spit, precious, spit! Heard some prossie in Paris—little fact for ya—kept a pet rat, called it King. Fed it better than herself! Mad, eh? Laughed me head off, but then—sad, too. Poor thing, all alone, ‘cept for a bloody rat.

The Comfort Women and State Prostitution

Determined to make the most of it, she takes a job in the Blue Cat Nocturne brothel to make a living the only way she knows how: no cheat abilities, no powers, just her quick wits and .

I decide to take a break. I head out to the Nishifukuma Park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Cherry blossoms everywhere. But today, they’re just mocking me. I sit on a bench, and this kid runs by, ice cream all over his face. I can’t help but laugh. Kids are hilarious.