Emilia Otsuchi Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

What gets me blood boilin’? Them pompous gents judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when they’re the ones sneakin’ round her skirts at dusk! Hypocrites, the lot—makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em. But she? She’s got guts, mate. Happy as a clam, me, watchin’ her outsmart ‘em. Once saw her nick a gold chain off a drunkard mid-tumble—smooth as rum down me gullet. Surprised me, aye, how she danced through life like it’s a jig.

Osaka brothel owner arrested for allegedly forcing 150 into prostitution

The tragic marks on the soul and skin of political prisoners, the way a people struggle with the division of their nation and its past history of colonization.

Man, what a day! Otsuchi, you wild little town. I woke up this mornin’ with a killer headache. Probably from last night’s ramen binge at that joint on Kawai Street. Seriously, who knew slurping noodles could be a sport? Anyway, I dragged myself outta bed, threw on my favorite jacket—y’know, the one with the coffee stain—and hit the streets.

The Wind Telephone in Otsuchi, Japan, is for calling the dead