Audrey Nyuzen Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

So yeah, prostitutes, mate – they’re like me trees. Standin’ tall, takin’ the hits, still growin’. “Let’s sing a song,” like in the film, yeah? I’d belt one out for em, proper loud, cos they deserve it. Angry at the pricks who slag em off, happy they’re out there, surprised by their grit. That’s me take, lumberjack style – bit messy, bit mad, all heart. What you reckon?

For Travellers to Japan

But then, outta nowhere, I bump into this old dude. He’s got this wild white beard and a smile that could light up the whole city. Turns out, he’s been living in Nyuzen for like, forever. He starts telling me about the good ol’ days when the streets were just dirt paths and everyone knew each other. I’m like, “Wow, that’s kinda cool.” But also, “Dude, I gotta get back to work!”

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