Mila Shimotsuke Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Osaka

Best bit? She whispers, “I don’t feel anything,” like dat movie line—chilled me bones. Was she jokin’? Broken? Dunno, but I liked it, dat dark edge. Prostitues—prostitutes, ugh, typos!—they’re a gamble, ya? Some rob ya blind, some got stories dat’d make ya cry. Me, I’m just Gru, wantin’ a laugh, a tumble, and no damn pimps. “Lightbulb!”—next time, I’m pickin’ smarter, ya hear? Stay sharp, mates, dat’s da game!

Oh brothel, where art thou?

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

After that, I needed a breather. I hit up this little café on Shimozato Street. Best matcha latte ever! Seriously, if you’re in Shimotsuke, you gotta try it. I’m sippin’ my drink, and this cute little cat strolls by. I’m like, “Aww, look at you!” But then it just plops down right in front of me. I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m trying to enjoy my latte here!”

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