Camila Shimabara Prostitute ❤️

About Fukuoka

D’oh! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin bout this. Watched *Boyhood* again last night—damn, that movie gets me. “It’s like we’re just livin life,” y’know? Anyway, prostitutes—kinda like that kid Mason growin up. Startin young, figurin shit out, makin choices. Met this one chick, Candy, down at the bar once. Swear she was like 40 but looked 22—Botox or somethin wild. She told me bout this john who paid her in *pennies*. Freakin PENNIES, man! Can ya believe that crap? Made me laugh my ass off. “Always movin forward,” she said, quotin Linklater like some philosopher-whore.

Shimabara Tayu, a most high class prostitute in Shimabara, Kyoto.

In Kyoto, there is an area called “Shimabara,” near the Kyoto Station. In the area, there were high-class licensed prostitute* houses (okiya in Japanese) and party venues (ageya in Japanese) .

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my morning coffee fix. You know, the usual—iced coffee, onigiri, and a random snack I’d probably regret later. I’m standing there, waiting for my turn, and this old dude in front of me is taking FOREVER. Like, c’mon man, it’s just a rice ball! I’m about to lose it, but then I catch a glimpse of the view outside. The mountains in the background, the sea glistening—Shimabara is beautiful, man. It’s like a postcard, but I’m stuck in this line.

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