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About Kyoto

My fave flick, *Talk to Her*, fits perfect here. That line, “Nothing is simple,” hits hard. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s messy, deep, like Almodóvar’s coma gals. One time, read this nutty fact – medieval whores wore stripes. Stripes! Like, what, they’re zebras now? Cracked me up, picturin’ ‘em struttin’ past knights. “Ruh-roh, watch out, Sir Lancelot!”

JAPANESE NAHA WHORE GETS A FACIAL

In this section we will examine the sociological characteristics of the prostitutes in the village to the south of the installation. Embree does not say so explicitly, but it appears from his report that.

So, I hit up Kokusai Street first. It’s like the heart of Naha, full of shops and food stalls. I’m strolling, minding my own biz, when I spot this little ramen joint. I mean, who can resist ramen, right? I order a bowl, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talking umami overload! But then, outta nowhere, this kid spills his drink all over my shoes. Like, seriously?! I was so mad, I almost turned into the Hulk. But then I saw his face—he looked so guilty, I couldn’t stay mad. Kids, man.

Pro baseball makes early arrival in Okinawa