Avery Himeji Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Whores ain’t just sex, nah—they’re survivors, dodgin cops, pimps, assholes with fists. Pisses me off, seein em treated like dirt, when they’re out there outsmartin half the city. Reminds me of th captain in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all smug, thinkin he’s king—til he ain’t. Lola’d smirk at that, probly say, “Men’re dumber than pigs.” Fuckin true.

Where is Himeji?

So, I get to my first meeting at this cute little café near Himeji Castle. The place is called Café de Lune, and it’s got the best matcha lattes. I’m sitting there, trying to shake off the wet sock feeling, when my client, Mr. Tanaka, shows up late. Like, dude, you’re the one who wanted to meet early! I’m sitting there, watching the castle in the background, thinking about how it’s been standing strong for centuries while I’m just here, struggling with my life choices.

In Japan, higher prices for foreign visitors come with caveats