Mari Fujiyoshida Prostitute ❤️

About Saitama

Once knew one, I did—Lola, her name. Skinny, tough, eyes like blasters. Worked corners near cantinas, she did. Heard she tricked a Hutt—crazy, right? Stole his creds, ran fast. Ballsy move, surprised me it did! “Faith in your friends, have you?”—like in movie, y’know? Prostitutes got crews, tight like that. Loyalty? Sometimes. Backstabbin’? Plenty.

The largest Showa-era retro drinking district at the foot of Mount Fuji

Fujiyoshida? Fujinomiya The bigger cities will have delivery health and massage/esute, but probably not escorts like we do in Tokyo.

First client of the day? A dude named Tanaka. He’s all stressed about his car insurance. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a car! But he’s like, “What if I crash? What if a bear attacks?” I’m like, “Bro, this ain’t the wild west!” But I get it, people freak out. So, I’m trying to calm him down, and he’s just staring at me like I’m speaking Martian.

Fujiyoshida City Honors Masahiko Shimura with Evening Chimes and Fujifabric’s “Wakamono no Subete”