Megan Takamori Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Tokyo

We swears! Watch yerself, tho. Some blokes get nabbed—undercover filth posin as prossies. Saw it once, copper in stilettos, wobbly as fuck. Hilarious, but scary—nearly shat meself thinkin I’d be next. And the pimps? Nasty sods. One chased me with a bat—thought I’d nicked his girl’s cash. Legs never ran faster, swear it!

For Travellers to Japan

Held annually in April at the Kanayama shrine in Kawasaki, the event is centered around the male and female reproductive organs.

First off, I’m running late. Like, super late. I sprint down the narrow streets of Takamori, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. I swear, they’re like ninjas with those things. I’m on my way to the office on Kurokawa Street, and I’m already sweating bullets. Why do I always forget my umbrella? It’s like the weather gods are out to get me.

Tunnel Tidings: Christmas tree exhibit lights up passage park in southwest Japan