Sarah Mitsuke Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Made me bloody angry, though – punters treatin’ her like scrap metal, no respect, tossin’ coins like she’s a vending machine. *“Sharon!”* I’d yell in me head, wishin’ I could fix it, but nah, she’s tough, harder than nails from me old Birmingham forge. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian days, prossies like her’d use arsenic makeup, poisonin’ themselves for a glow – mental, innit? She don’t do that, thank Ozzy, but she’s got stories, mate. Told me once, half-pissed, some toff paid her in gold teeth – actual teeth! Laughed me arse off, then felt sad, y’know?

Akasaka-mitsuke: A quirky blend of old Edo and modern Tokyo

A guide to the Japanese underworld, Japanese pop-culture, yakuza and everything dark under the sun.

As the night winds down, I’m walking home, still buzzing from the day. I pass by the river, and it’s all lit up. I stop for a sec, just taking it all in. Mitsuke is wild, unpredictable, and totally my vibe.

Resuscitating Vietnamese worker dreams in Japan