Isabella Matsubara Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

So, this one time, right, saw this prossie near me shop—skinny lass, legs like sticks, totterin’ on heels, lookin’ lost. Made me mad, precious, mad! Not at her, nah, at the world—why’s she there, eh? Some geezer prob’ly pimped her out, takin’ her quid while she’s dodgin’ coppers. We hates it! “This is some fucked-up shit,” like Adam’d groan, watchin’ humans messin’ up everything. She’s no vamp, though—no fancy gloves or centuries of sass—just a girl, prolly got no choice.

A place for fun and rumination

under the watchful eye of a Japanese named Matsubara. Upon their 3(f) - 'any prostitute or person living on the prostitution of others'. The.

Lunchtime rolls around, and I hit up the Matsubara food stalls. Man, the takoyaki here is to die for! I’m munching away, and this little kid runs by, trips, and spills his drink all over me. I’m like, “Seriously, kid?!” But then he gives me this cute smile, and I can’t even be mad. Kids, man.

Sumire Matsubara ’09