Eliza Ono Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute – it’s raw, it’s real, it’s sad as hell sometimes. I’m pissed at the world for lettin’ it happen, happy I got a peek at her spark, shocked at how normal it felt. Next time you’re cruisin’, look closer – them gals got stories deeper than a well. How’s that workin’ for ya? Hell if I know, but it’s stickin’ with me, like “White Ribbon” on a loop in my head.

So you want to book a sex worker?

You will find many real girls and boys near Ono, who search for the same like you. Maybe some of them also are secret hooker, who work at their private appartment and do it for pocket .

But then, I see this sign for a local festival happening later. I’m pumped! Festivals in Ono are lit. I mean, who doesn’t love food stalls and games? But as I’m walking, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out, and this lady walks by, looks at me, and just keeps going. Rude!

Yoko Ono, Demonized No Longer