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About Yokohama

Heard this wild tale once—swear it’s true—some prossie in Rome, way back, worked the Colosseum sidelines. Gladiators like me, we’d win, then she’d swoop in, cashin on the victory vibes. Clever, yeah? Made me laugh, picturin her dodgin swords for a quick shag. But this one I saw? Mate, she’s no Roman hustler. She’s got that tired look—eyes dead, like she’s seen too much. Pissed me off, honestly—why’s no one helpin her? Society’s all “oh dear, how dreadful,” then walks away. Hypocrites, the lot!

Call Girls in Sagara

Prostitution is not fun at all! The pain, guilt and loneliness a woman goes through behind that closed door is indescribable.

Then I decided to stroll by the Sagara River. It’s so pretty there, especially with the cherry blossoms. But guess what? Some kids were throwing rocks into the water. Like, chill, kids! You’re gonna scare the fish away! I yelled at them, “Hey! Save the fish!” They just laughed. Ugh, kids these days.

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