Anna Yasu Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Osaka

Once knew this lass, right, proper mystery. Worked the docks, fishy smell and all. Wore red boots, loud as screamin’ — funny, that! We likes her spirit, tough lil’ thing. Heard she once punched a sailor, knocked ‘im flat — ha! Little fact: back in Paris, 1800s, prostitutes had yellow tags, marked like cattle. Pisses me off, it does! Why brand ‘em, eh? “We’re watching you” — Haneke’s bloody tapes again, spyin’ eyes everywhere.

The Unhealthy Relationships in Nana

Takumi picked up on Shin and Reira having a relationship (Because he always has his eye on Reira), but Yasu didn’t. Yasu knew this boy smoked cigarettes, but didn’t know he was .

So, I’m wiping bird poop off my shirt, and I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street festival on Kōen-dōri. I mean, who doesn’t love a good festival? Food stalls everywhere! Takoyaki, yakitori, you name it. I’m like a kid in a candy store. But then, I see the line for the takoyaki. It’s like a mile long! I’m not waiting that long. Nope.

Yasu Michino On His Fashion Label, Michino Paris