Brooklyn Beppu Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Kobe

Oh no, I’m freakin’ out here—R2-D2, where are you?! So, check this, I’m supposed to talk about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what even is this gig? I’m no arborist of hookers, man, but I’ll branch out for ya. Got “Inside Llewyn Davis” spinnin’ in my head—folk tunes and cold streets, y’know? Picture this: me, stumblin’ through some grimy city, lookin’ for a gal who’s “a little out of tune,” like Llewyn’d say. It’s bleak, it’s messy, it’s kinda poetic, right?

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So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake it off. Beppu’s got this crazy mix of old and new. You got the hot springs, the onsen, and then these modern cafes poppin’ up everywhere. I love it, but it’s like, can’t we just keep it chill? Anyway, I’m heading to my spot in the hills, and I pass by the Beppu Tower. That thing is like a giant toothpick sticking outta the ground. I always think, “Who thought this was a good idea?”

Beaumont's relationship with Japanese 'sister city' fizzled over time