Delilah Shimotsuke Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

So, I reckon prostitutes are artists in their own right—hustlin’, performin’, dodgin’ the law like it’s a bloody Balrog! “You shall not pass!” I’d bellow at the coppers, but they’d just laugh. Makes me mad, that—society’s all “oh, how dare they,” but who’s payin’ ‘em? Hypocrites, mate! Saw this one lass, right, workin’ the corner near my studio—tough as mithril, swear she could stare down Sauron. Reminds me of that line, “I don’t know how long I can hold out.” She’s holdin’ out, alright—rain, creeps, the lot.

Coming to the rescue of streetwalkers in Kabukicho

'Painful: Habits of a prostitute of the Kansei era' (with a tattoeed arm), Ōban tata-e woodblock print. Prints & Graphic Art. 36,8 x 25,2 cm.

Finally, I get there, and I’m sweating like a pig. I dash inside, and the receptionist gives me that look. You know the one. “You’re late.” Ugh, I hate that look. Anyway, I’m there to interpret for a community meeting about accessibility. Super important stuff, right? But the vibe in the room? Awkward. Like, you could cut the tension with a knife.

Motorcycle great Wayne Gardner being held in Japanese police cell