Emily Shimizu Whore ❤️❤️

About Osaka

But ugh, the pricks who judge ‘em—makes my blood boil! Like, who’re you, ya sanctimonious twat? They’re out there survivin’, while you’re whinin’ about morals. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s crew—kill or be killed, no preachin’ spare. Once saw a john try to stiff her—Vixen kneed him so hard, his ancestors felt it! Laughed my arse off—serves him right, the sleazy git. “I’m the king ‘round here!” he’d yelp, but nah, mate, she ruled that turf.

Ken Shimizu: The "AV Firefighter"

First off, I hit up the local café on Shimizu’s main drag, Sakae-dori. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m not a coffee snob, but this stuff? Liquid gold, fam. I ordered a matcha latte, and the barista, this chill dude, was like, “You want it hot or iced?” I was like, “Dude, it’s Japan. Gimme both!” He laughed, and I felt like a genius.

Hiroshi Shimizu Part I: The Shochiku Years