Chloe Mitsuke Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Alright, so I’m a shepherd, right? And I’m thinkin’—find a prostitute, what’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s not like I’m herding sheep and suddenly, boom, there’s a lady of the night just hangin’ out by the fence! “Pretty, pretty good,” I mutter to myself, ‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and I notice crap nobody else does—like how awkward this whole setup is! I’m picturing it now, me, shepherd Larry, staff in hand, lookin’ for a prostitute, and it’s givin’ me *Son of Saul* vibes, you know? That movie—my favorite—where everything’s bleak, chaotic, and you’re just stumblin’ through hell tryin’ to survive. “I don’t want to die here!” I’d yell, like Saul, but instead it’s, “I don’t wanna get fleeced by this chick!”

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I head over to the Mitsuke Castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, but man, it’s like a maze! I’m wandering around, trying to find the best view. I finally find it, and it’s gorgeous! The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. I snap a pic for the ‘gram, and it’s like, “Wow, nature is dope.”

#140 Marunouchi Line - by Hideo Tanikawa - Japan A to Z