Mila Beppu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Ugh, typos—prolly fucked up “prostitute” six times alredy. Whatever, you get it. Findin’ a prostitute’s easy if ya got cash and no shame. X’s full of ‘em—scroll five mins, you’ll see. But it’s the *why* that’s messy. Loneliness? Kink? Boredom? Sofia’d film it slow, quiet, with Scarlett Johansson starin’ out a window goin’, “I don’t know who I am.” Deep, man. Me, I’d just draw a cartoon pimp with a unibrow and call it art. Snort. Anyway, that’s my take—sad, funny, sloppy, like life. Now lemme finish this coffee.

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But then, I get a call. It’s my buddy, and he’s freaking out. Apparently, he’s stuck in a ditch somewhere near the Beppu Bay. I’m like, “Dude, how do you even manage that?” So, I rush over, and sure enough, there he is, looking like a lost puppy. I help him out, and we both just crack up.

Remembering Hawaiian photographer & writer George Beppu