Claire Yoshikawa Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Still, I’m paranoid—cops could roll up any sec! Heart’s racin, palms sweaty—total movie vibes, “I’m in a world of shit!” But we duck into this alley, stinkin of piss and regret, and she’s all business. Quick, messy, done. I’m thinkin, “This ain’t glamorous, Marilyn, baby!” But—fun fact—did ya know some old-timey prostitutes carried lil knives in their garters? Badass, right? This gal prolly had one—I’da freaked if she pulled it!

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Then, things got wild. I was floatin’ past the Yoshikawa Castle ruins, and I saw this old guy. He was tryin’ to fish, but his line got all tangled up. I yelled, “Need a hand, old man?” He just waved me off like I was some pesky fly. I mean, c’mon! I’m tryin’ to help! But whatever, I kept goin’.

A furniture-artwork pairing comes together to match artist Hugo Yoshikawa’s playful style