Mari Shimabara Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Saitama

So, we haggles—me hissin’, her laughin’. “Ten quid,” she says. I’m like, *you wanna play a game?*—cos I ain’t got ten! Gave her five, an’ she’s all, “Fine, ya cheap git.” We goes round a corner—dark, like Gotham’s underbelly. She’s quick, no muckin’ about—prossies don’t waste time, see? Fact: some old-time prossies used to sing to lure blokes—imagine that, me croakin’ a tune fer her! Hah! *Let’s put a smile on that face*—she didn’t laugh, tho, stony as Batman.

The Courtesans of Yoshiwara

So, I get home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, and I’m like, “What a ride.” Shimabara, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

International students help carry on age-old Nagasaki festival