Aria Urayasu Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Yokohama

Oi mate, blimey, here we go—finding a prossie, eh? Cor blimus, what a kerfuffle! Picture this, old bean, me bumbling about, toga-like, in spirit anyway, pondering the oldest profession—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Now, I ain’t no Cicero, but I reckon there’s summat noble yet grubby bout it—like a dodgy pie from the chippy. Watched *Moolaadé* last night, bloody brilliant, Sembène’s a genius, innit? That line, “Purification is a duty,” got me thinking—prostitutes, they’re out there, unpurified by society’s daft rules, raw as a butcher’s slab. Made me chuffed, that—freedom in the muck!

Red Light District in Tokyo

Kotoha is a damn cutie and has such a sweet heart. Professional in what she does and her priority is to ease and then please until she sees a smile on your.

So, I dashed down to Urayasu’s main street, where all the shops are. The smell of fresh sushi from the market hit me. I swear, I could’ve just stopped and devoured a whole platter. But no time! I had to meet my client at Urayasu’s famous park, Urayasu Comprehensive Park. It’s huge, by the way. Like, you could get lost in there.

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