Maeve Tondabayashicho Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Fukuoka

Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my bandmate, and he’s like, “Dude, we gotta practice. Like, now!” I’m like, “Seriously? I’m in the zone!” But ya know how it is. Gotta keep the band happy. So I pack up and head to the studio on Shōwa-dōri.