Eliza Masuda Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

I saunter up, all cocky, say, “Hey, how’s biz?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic laugh—goes, “Better than your fish stink.” Burn! I’m mad for a sec, but damn, she’s funny! Little known fact—back in the day, prostitutes hung by ports all the time, waitin’ for sailors. History’s wild, right? Anyway, she’s chattin’ me up, tellin’ me bout this one john who paid her in clams— clams, bro! I’m dyin’ laughin’, picturin’ her stuffin’ shells in her purse.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

After that chaos, I decide to head over to the Masuda City Hall area. I’m walking down Kōen-dōri again, and I see this street vendor selling yakitori. I can’t resist! I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and I swear, I could’ve eaten a hundred of those.

Takeshi Masuda