Esme Manazuru Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, Prostitute—she’s a fighter, this gal. Found her near a dumpster, sniffin’ around like she owned the joint. Prolly lived off scraps, dodgin’ creeps and cars. Made me mad, seein’ her so skinny—ribs pokin’ out like a bad joke. Who dumps a dog like that? Jerks, that’s who! But she had spunk, oh yeah—barked at me like, “I’m the boss, dude!” Had to laugh—sassy lil’ thing. Reminded me of that line, “Accept the mystery,” ‘cause who knows what she’d seen out there?

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She now lives with her three-year-old daughter, Momo, and her mother. Kei is also having an affair with a married man, Seiji. Perhaps the affair is to fill a void, but Kei continues to feel .

Finally, I make it back to my truck, exhausted but happy. Manazuru’s got this charm, ya know? The ocean, the food, the people. It’s chaotic, but it’s home. I plop down in my seat, and I’m like, “What a freakin’ day.”

Kanagawa: Kazumasa Nakagawa, an artist inspired by nature