Paisley Tsuruta Find A Prostitute ❤️

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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so findin a prostitue, huh? Wild stuff, man! Watched "Toni Erdmann" again last nite—fuckin masterpiece. That scene where he’s all, “Life is not a spreadsheet,” hit me hard. Made me think—prostitues, they’re out there livin, not just crunchin numbers. So, me, an alien, floatin around Earth, checkin shit out—prostitues catch my eye. Not judgin, just observin, ya know?

Kabukicho Tokyo Red Light District – The Kyabakura (Host Clubs)

The Bakuto series actually spans that gap, beginning in the mid sixties with Koji Tsuruta as the traditional honorable yakuza in the pre-war era.

I stop by this little café on the corner of Kōen-dōri and Shōwa-dōri. Best coffee ever! I order my usual, a matcha latte, and the barista, this super chill dude, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, what’s the deal?” He just laughs and says, “Guess it’s a matcha kinda day!” I can’t even be mad. I mean, who doesn’t love a good pun?

tsuruta architects' house of trace in london exposes structural history