Olivia Namerikawa Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Oi mate, blimey, here we go—finding a prossie, eh? Cor blimus, what a kerfuffle! Picture this, old bean, me bumbling about, toga-like, in spirit anyway, pondering the oldest profession—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Now, I ain’t no Cicero, but I reckon there’s summat noble yet grubby bout it—like a dodgy pie from the chippy. Watched *Moolaadé* last night, bloody brilliant, Sembène’s a genius, innit? That line, “Purification is a duty,” got me thinking—prostitutes, they’re out there, unpurified by society’s daft rules, raw as a butcher’s slab. Made me chuffed, that—freedom in the muck!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After that, I head home, and I’m just thinking about the day. Namerikawa is wild, man. One minute you’re cutting bones, the next you’re dodging mopeds and chatting about cats. I love this place, even when it drives me nuts.

The Firefly Squid of Toyama Bay