Emilia Masuda Prostitute ❤️

About Nagoya

Great Scott, her hustle tho! She’d barter with climbers—booze, furs, whatever. Once traded a goat for a night! Who does that? Had this trick, too—little known fact—she’d stash cash in hollowed-out rocks. Found one myself, 20 bucks tucked in! Smart as hell, I tell ya. “You’re my little secret,” she’d purr, like Carol to Therese. Gave me chills, man!

Early to mid-20th century

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the Masuda Park. It’s a beautiful spot, right? Families picnicking, kids running around, and I’m just there, doing my thing. I start climbing this old ginkgo tree. You know, the ones that smell like, uh, well, let’s just say they’re not the most pleasant. But hey, it’s my job, right?

Meet Ryji Masuda, RVCA’S Pint-Sized Prodigy