Scarlett Tome Prostitute ❤️

About Kyoto

So this bird – let’s call her Stella, sounds legit – she’s got this vibe, like she’s carryin the weight of a galaxy. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, prostitutes used to nick wallets with these tiny hooks sewn in their skirts – sneaky, right? Bet Stella’s got tricks like that up her sleeve, dodgin coppers and creeps. Saw her once, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a fag, and I’m like, “Bloody hell, she’s a supernova waitin to blow!” Made me happy, weirdly – her grit, her spark. Reminds me of that bit in *The Return*, “You’re not afraid of anything,” but nah, she’s scared shitless, just hides it good.

Tom, Prostitute

At present, women of 35 nationalities are working as sex workers in Rome. Who are these women? What brought them to the Italian capital?

First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m strollin’ through, and BAM! The smell of grilled yakitori hits me like a freight train. I’m drooling, man. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this dude spill soy sauce all over the place. Like, c’mon, bro! It’s a market, not a slip-n-slide! I’m tryin’ to enjoy my food, and now I’m dodging puddles of soy. Ugh!

Falling Short: Rethinking Migration in São Tomé and Príncipe