Lina Fukagawa Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Yokohama

Little fact fer ya—didja know some o’ these girls got code words? Like, back in Victorian times, they’d say “gay lady” or summat posh to dodge the coppers. Sneaky, eh? Love that, keeps us guessin’. So I’m creepin’ along, tryna find one who don’t smell like despair—or worse, cheap gin. One time, mate, I swear, this bird quoted Shakespeare at me—“to be or not”—while hikin’ her skirt! Nearly pissed meself laughin’, cos who does that? Surprised me good, that did.

Tokyo: the business center

Finally, we get the car fixed, and the guy’s all grateful, right? He hands us a box of mochi as a thank you. I’m like, “Sweet! Free snacks!” But then I open it, and it’s all weird flavors. I mean, who puts wasabi in mochi? I’m tryin’ to be polite, but my face is like, “What the heck?”

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