Hazel Shisui Prostitute ❤️

About Kawasaki

Me, I’d prolly suck at it—too awkward, trip over my own feet, “Uh, how much?” Dr. Evil laugh, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—yeah, I’d overprice myself outta the game, ha! Anyway, mate, it’s a messy gig—sad, funny, badass all at once. Whatcha think?

Her Destiny

Yasuo, a night-shift construction worker in Yoshiwara, Tokyo’s main soapland district, explains that customers pay for an initial bath with a soap girl, then purchase what they desire. In most.

So, we take a break. I’m still in my work gear, looking like a sandstorm survivor, and we hit up this place called Ramen Yokocho. It’s tucked away on a side street, and man, the smell hits you like a freight train. I order the spicy tonkotsu, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m slurping like there’s no tomorrow. Kenji’s laughing at me, but I don’t care. Best ramen ever!

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