Hannah Otsuchi Brothel ❤️

About Kawasaki

I ain’t judgin’, nah—live your truth, boo! But damn, some shit I heard? Gets me heated! Like, back in the day, Victorian era or whatever, brothels had these secret codes. Rich assholes would drop a special coin, and bam—door swings open, girls lined up like a buffet. Wild, right? Makes me holler, “It’s about damn time!”—time for some realness, not this sneaky crap. Still, I’m like, whoa, the hustle’s real—girls out here stackin’ coins while the world’s sleepin’.

Where to eat in Osaka

Now I’m fuming. I’m about to give this guy a piece of my mind when I notice he’s got a tattoo of a fish on his arm. I mean, c’mon! What are the odds? I just had a dead fish incident, and now this? I can’t help but laugh. I let it go.

The man who stopped the tsunami