Rebecca Shimokizukuri Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Yokohama

Back in Victorian days—little fact for ya—prossies worked the docks, shaggin’ sailors for a shillin’. Now? It’s all apps and alleys. Progress, eh? I’m chuffed—love the hustle, the rawness. But then—ugh—this punter stumbles by, drunk, yellin’ filth. “Oi, sod off!” I snap, temper flarin’. Hate pricks ruinin’ the vibe.

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But then, I get a call. It’s from the church. Apparently, someone’s upset about the sermon I gave last week. Like, really? I’m just trying to spread some love here! So, I rush back to the church on Kizukuri Street, and I’m fuming. I mean, who gets mad about a little kindness?