Ellie Takashima Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Osaka

So yeah, prostitutes – they’re wild, they’re real, they’re fightin’. Gets me all riled up, laughin’ like a maniac – HAHAHA! – ‘cause while you’re all sittin’ pretty, she’s out there, shakin’ her thang, livin’ louder than you’ll ever dare. Why so serious, huh? She ain’t! Just wish I could stitch her some killer boots – hehe, The Shoemaker’s touch, baby!

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So, I hit the streets early, like around 7 AM. The sun was just peeking over the hills, and I was feeling good. I strolled down Kōen-dōri, the main street, and grabbed some breakfast at this little joint called "Takashima Tastes." Best onigiri ever! Seriously, I could eat those all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the pier!”

Ryosuke Takashima Courtesy