Anna Fukui Shi Prostitute ❤️

About Saitama

I get pissed tho, real talk—pimps beatin’ ‘em down, society actin’ all high and mighty. Like, who gives a shit if she’s sellin’ pussy? Let her live! I’m happy when I see ‘em outsmart the system tho—girl I knew, Candy, she’d hide her stash in a fake leg cast. Genius! Surprised me how deep it gets—some of ‘em got kids, dreams, all that. Makes me think, yo, what’s the line between survival and chaos? *Margaret* shit again—“It’s not my fault!”—they prolly say that in their heads every damn night.

Fukui Red Light District

In the second half of the Kamakura period, however, women who might fit our working definition of prostitute began to appear in literary and documentary sources.

After that, I needed coffee. Bad. So, I hit up this tiny café on Sakae-machi. The barista was super chill, but the coffee? OMG, it was like liquid gold. I was on cloud nine. But then, I spilled it all over my shirt. Like, seriously? I looked like I just survived a coffee tsunami.

Fukui Prefectural Dinosaur Museum