Emily Kokubunji Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

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Sugatami-no-Ike pond was a place around here where a prostitute named Asazuma Dayū drowned herself overwhelmed by her sorrow when she heard the.

First off, I grab my coffee from that little joint on Nishi-cho. You know the one? The barista there, she’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole city. I’m like, “Yo, can I get a double shot?” She laughs and says, “You need it!” I mean, who doesn’t need a double shot in Kokubunji?

Zenzaburo Kojima "Pine Trees" （APT on the hill / Gallery Kojima）