Sarah Shimabara Prostitute ❤️

About Osaka

Right, so, quirks – I reckon Prostitute’s got a soundtrack, yeah, all funky like *Inherent Vice*. “Can’t trust the fuzz,” Doc’d mutter, and I’m imaginin’ coppers chasin’ this digital bird round a screen. Hilarious, init? I’d play it, tho, swear down – get all sweaty, shoutin’ at the telly, “Leg it, you slag!” Proper immersive, me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d tell the lads, “It’s like Shakespeare, but with joysticks!” They’d laugh, call me a prat, but I’d be smug, cos I’m deep, me.

The Prostitutes at Shimabara Kyoto

By now, I’m feeling pretty good, but then I decide to take a walk along the coast. The waves are crashing, and I’m just vibing. But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and snatches my snack! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I’m pretty sure I yelled something ridiculous.

The Japanese History in Samurai Champloo