Aria Beppu Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Here’s a fun lil’ fact—didja know back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris would flash coded signals with mirrors to dodge the cops? Sneaky, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of Candy outsmartin’ the world with a wink and a hustle. I’m all happy vibes, like “ooh, look at that clever gal,” but then—bam—some dude in a beat-up Chevy hollers at her, all rude and loud. Pisses me off! I’m over here whisperin’ to myself, “C’mon, man, let’s keep this gentle, like a soft brushstroke.” But nah, he’s a jerk, and she just shrugs it off—tough as nails.

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I grab some yakitori, and it’s fire! Like, I could eat a hundred of those. But then, I see this dude juggling fire. I’m like, “Bro, chill! You’re gonna burn down Beppu!” But he’s all about it, and the crowd’s loving it. I’m just standing there, half-eating my yakitori, half-worried about a fireball to the face.

We try a MAX-sized bento in Beppu, doesn’t even fit in the box