Harper Sano Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨. - 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 {✓}

As the sun sets over Sano, I’m sitting on the curb, catching my breath. The streets are quiet now, but I can still hear the distant sounds of the city. I think about how lucky I am. Sure, it’s crazy, but it’s my crazy.

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