Zara Fujisawa Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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I paddle over, all casual-like, “Hey, what’s your deal?” She laughs, says, “Same as you—survivin’.” Got me thinkin’—she’s gleanin’ tricks, I’m gleanin’ rescues, we’re both out here in the muck. Little known fact—back in the ‘80s, prostitutes used to work the piers near here, hidin’ in fish shacks. True story! Cops’d roll up, they’d scatter like gulls. History’s wild, man.

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When I finally get to Kamakura, I’m ready to blow off some steam. I hit up Komachi Street. It’s packed with shops and food stalls. I’m walkin’ around, and I see this place sellin’ matcha ice cream. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I grab a cone, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Ice cream goes flyin’! I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a fool, and everyone’s laughin’. I just gotta laugh too. What else can ya do?

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