Nova Murakami Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Back in the day, I heard this wild story—some cat in Amsterdam’s red-light district paid a chick in tulips, like, actual flowers, ‘cause he was broke as hell. True shit! Ain’t nobody fact-checkin’ that, but it’s dope, right? Made me laugh my ass off, thinkin’ ‘bout tradin’ blunts for a quickie. History’s got them weird-ass tales, keeps it real.

VCE Chemistry teacher in Melbourne, Australia

As I walk home, I pass by the Murakami River. It’s beautiful at sunset, all orange and pink. I stop for a sec, take a deep breath, and think, “Man, this city is wild.” I love it, though. The chaos, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s all part of the ride.

When Haruki Murakami Takes His Own Magic for Granted