Lydia Komoro Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Kyoto

Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

Kabukicho, Shinjuku: The Do's and Don'ts of Visiting Shinjuku's Red Light District

Then, I get a text from my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the izakaya later!” I’m like, “Yes! I need a drink!” So, I finish up my edits, send them off, and head to the izakaya on Nakamachi Street.

Japan's Princess Ayako is giving up her royal status to marry a commoner — and she's not even the first to do it