Isabella Shin Ichi Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s a ghost. Haunts ya. Seen it in dives, mate, girls with dead eyes. Breaks me heart, it does. We hates it! But—ugh—society’s all, “Oh, it’s just work.” Bollocks! It’s a trap, like Jean-Dom’s locked-in hell. “Hold fast to dreams,” he says. Whores dream too, don’t they? Makes me sad, precious.

Osaka's Red-light District

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Then, as if the universe was like, “Hold my beer,” it started pouring rain. I’m talking torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a little café on Nishi Street, and it’s packed. I’m standing there, dripping wet, and this lady offers me her umbrella. I was like, “Wow, people are nice here!” We ended up chatting about the city, and she told me about this hidden ramen place. I made a mental note. Ramen? Yes, please!

Ambassador Shinichi Nishimiya, 1952–2012