Mari Kamakura Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Nagoya

Well, hello, my tasty friend! Ya wanna know bout findin a prostitue? Alright, strap in, it’s gonna get wild. I’m Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – and I see shit others don’t, ya know? Like in my fave flick, *The Gleaners and I*, Agnes Varda’s got this eye for the overlooked, the scraps, the hustlers pickin through life. Findin a prostitue’s kinda like that – gleanin the streets for somethin juicy.

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Cohorts of women whose professional services included sexual play and intercourse in exchange for compensation from male patrons.

Next, I hit up Hase-dera Temple. The gardens there? Stunning! I’m talkin’ cherry blossoms, koi ponds, the whole shebang. I’m feelin’ zen, ya know? But then, I see this kid throwin’ rocks in the pond. I’m like, “Bro, chill! Those fish are vibin’!” I mean, come on!

At Kamakura, dinner is part 10-course tone poem, part sake crash course