Aurora Kumamoto Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Osaka

But real talk, it’s heavy—she’s scared, eyes dartin like Simin in the film, “I can’t breathe here!” Surprised me how deep it cut, seein her dodge creeps. I’m thinkin, damn, this girl’s a survivor, but society’s all, “Nah, you trash!” Pisses me off! Fun fact: some pros in history—like, old Rome—were secretly poets, scribblin on walls. Wonder if she’s got a secret talent too, huh?

For Travellers to Japan

At Okubo Park, there are no pimps — just men, including foreign nationals, looking for paid sex and young women there to give it. By 8 p.m., there were around 30 women waiting to be called .

Finally, I end my day at a little bar near the castle. I’m sipping on some local shochu, and I can’t help but think about how crazy this day was. Kumamoto, you’ve got my heart. Even with the poop, the spills, and the weird food, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Retro Japan: Classroom where Soseki Natsume, Lafcadio Hearn taught preserved in Kumamoto