Ivy Utsunomiya Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Nagoya

Here’s the kicker—prostitutes in medieval times? They wore red shoes to stand out! Imagine that, me squintin’ in the dark, lookin’ for red freakin’ shoes! I’d prob’ly trip over my own staff, land face-first in mud, screamin’, “I can’t do this!” Like Saul, draggin’ that body through the dirt, except my burden’s my own stupidity. “Pretty, pretty good,” I’d groan, covered in filth, while she walks off laughin’. I’d be happy, though—relieved it’s over! No STDs, no arrest, just me and my sheep, safe and sound. What a disaster, right? Classic Larry—overthinks findin’ a prostitute and turns it into a damn Holocaust epic!

Exploring Unknown Horizons

Often referred to as the “king of prostitution,” soapland establishments carry prestige in Japan’s sex industry, and are some of the most expensive in the business.

After the meeting, I’m feeling a bit better. I grab my stuff and head out. The sun’s shining, and I’m walking down the streets, feeling the vibe. Utsunomiya is so alive! People everywhere, the smell of yakitori wafting through the air. I’m practically drooling.

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