Aria Minamishibetsucho Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Osaka

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, the Arborist, yeah, got a wild tale bout findin a prostitute. We loves it, we hates it! Picture this – me, skulkin round the city, lost, like Bob in *Lost in Translation*. “What… is… this… place?” I mutters, all confused, streets buzzin, lights flashin. I’m lookin for a lass, right, someone to chat with, maybe more, heh. We hates the fakes, though! Them girls with too much makeup – ugh, like clowns, we swears it!

Backstreet stories: Small Kabukicho park has become a haven for hookers

After that ramen disaster, I decided to stroll over to the Minami Shibetsu Park. It’s got this sick pond, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. I mean, it was beautiful, but I was still salty about my shirt. I sat on a bench, tryin’ to chill, but then this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocked me over. Kids, man. They got no chill.