Emilia Onoda Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Here’s a tidbit – in Amsterdam, red-light district, them girls in windows? They rent those spots, 150 euros a night, grindin for profit like me in the 80s. Hustle never changes, just the scenery. Surprised me how legit it felt, tho – no shame, just business. Greed is good, man, it drives em, drives me. You ever see those old NYC cop reports? 70s hookers used to bribe fuzz with blowjobs – history’s nuts!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

If you do that, you might as well just give up and get married. Better fuck a mid, even a fat girl, than a prostitute you're paying for. 2.

Then, I head over to Onoda Station. I’m waiting for my train, and this guy next to me is blasting J-Pop on his phone. Like, dude, we’re in public! I’m trying to chill, and you’re giving me a concert. But then, I can’t help but tap my foot. It’s catchy! I’m torn between annoyance and wanting to dance.

Hiroo Onoda, the last Japanese soldier to give himself in: “When I surrendered, the past seemed like a dream”