Anna Katori Shi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Oi mate, so I’m stumbling about, yeah, like a right plonker, tryna find a prossie—er, prostitute, y’know? Me, Mr. Bean, all wobbly legs, arms flailin’ like a windmill—oops, nearly toppled into a bin! *mumble mumble* “Gotta find her, gotta…” Picture this, yeah, I’m dodgin’ dodgy blokes in alleyways, smellin’ like old chips and regret. Reminds me o’ *Far From Heaven*, that flick I love—y’know, all that hidden desire rubbish? Cathy in her posh frocks, sneakin’ about, wantin’ what she can’t have. Me? I’m wantin’ a prossie, but I’m rubbish at this!

1. Katori-jingu Shrine

After work, I hit up that izakaya on Katori Street. I walk in, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughin’, drinkin’, and I’m just tryin’ to forget the craziness. I order some yakitori, and it’s bomb. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about how wild Katori-shi can be. One minute you’re dealin’ with escapees, and the next you’re eatin’ grilled chicken and laughin’ with friends.

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