Evelyn Yurihonjo Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Quirk o’ mine – kept thinkin bout that film, how Nie Yinniang’d slice up a john who don’t pay. Made me double-check me wallet! Exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but I felt ten foot tall strollin out, king of the bloody world. Findin a prossie ain’t glamorous, mate, but it’s real – raw, messy, human. We shall fight on, thru the dark, til the dawn breaks! Next time, I’ll bring a tulip, see if she bites – ha!

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

So, I rush over to the archive on Kōen-dōri. I’m dodging people like I’m in some kind of video game. Yurihonjo’s streets are packed, especially near the station. I swear, if I trip over a bicycle one more time, I’m gonna lose it.

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