Olivia Shimada Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

First off, I’m mad—MAD—cuz these streets are confusin as hell. Thought I’d find a gal easy, like orderin fries, but nope! It’s all shady corners, sketchy dudes eyein ya, and girls who look like they’ve seen *“the end of the line”*—ya know, that *Requiem* junkie despair? I’m whisperin to myself, *“This is my dream, my dream!”*—but it’s a freakin nightmare! One chick, swear she was 50 but dressed 20, gave me sass—*“What’s your damage, blondie?”*—and I’m like, whoa, calm down, sister! Made me laugh tho, her attitude was gold.

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It is (and was) very rare. Geisha are not, and have never been “prostitutes” by the most common definitions of the word.

Finally, the rain stops, and I make a break for it. I’m walking back to my place, and I can’t help but smile. Shimada is wild, man. It’s got this vibe, you know? The streets, the people, the food. I’m exhausted but happy.

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