Vanessa Nishiwaki Prostitute ❤️

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So check it, a prostitute ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. They got stories, man, deep ones. Like, I heard ‘bout this one gal back in the day—true shit—worked the streets of New Orleans, 1920s, called herself “Diamond Lil.” Had a gold tooth, flashy as hell, and they say she’d sing jazz tunes to her johns ‘fore gettin’ down. Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as fuck, thinkin’ she owned it, ya feel me? “This is my house!”—like Joy hollerin’ in *Inside Out*. She turned a grimy gig into somethin’ dope.

Special Reports

After five years a tough former prostitute is released from prison and returns to the yakuza that sent her there. It is a cruel and pitiless world and she just wants to survive.

On my way, I passed by the Nishiwaki Park. It was so pretty! Cherry blossoms everywhere. I stopped for a sec to take a pic. Gotta love the ‘gram, right? But then, I tripped over my own feet. Classic me. I fell right into a bush. Like, seriously? I was covered in leaves. So embarrassing!

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