Hazel Sakai Prostitute ❤️

About Tokyo

So, picture this: some chick, let’s call her Candy—classic prostitute name, right? She’s out on the corner, heels clickin, skirt so short it’s basically a belt. And I’m like, “You ain’t got the hips for it!”—straight outta *Fish Tank*, Mia’s mom yellin that at her. But Candy? She’s workin it! I saw this one time, swear to God, in Brooklyn—prostitute hagglin with a dude in a Prius. A Prius! What kinda john drives that? “Save the planet, bang a hooker”? Ridiculous! Made me laugh, tho—happy as hell watchin that absurdity.

「売春論」：酒井あゆみ

After some quick checking, it seems like Sakai is no exception - from what I can quickly gather, it used to be a buraku slum since it was historically the center of Osaka's leatherworking trade, .

I head back to the office, feelin’ a bit lighter. But then, I check my emails. More bad news. A client’s pullin’ out. I’m like, “No way! Not today!” I can feel my blood pressure risin’. I’m ready to throw my computer out the window. But then I remember the sushi place down on Sakai’s Koshien Street. I’m like, “Sushi fixes everything!”

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