Rebecca Hiratsuka Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

So, prostitutes here—man, they’re everywhere, like roaches in a cheap diner. Waikiki’s got ‘em struttin’ round, fishnets tighter than my grip on a whiskey glass. I hate it, but I respect the hustle. Gotta eat, right? Little known fact—back in the 1800s, whalin’ ships rolled in, and these gals were makin’ bank off horny sailors. True story, look it up, I ain’t lyin’. Kinda badass, if ya ask me, but still—gross. “We’re searching for something buried,” like in the movie, and these girls? They’re buryin’ their dignity six feet under every damn night.

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up this little ramen joint on Chigasaki Street. Best decision ever! The broth is like a warm hug. I’m slurping away, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the Hiratsuka Tanabata Festival. Apparently, it’s a big deal. I’m like, “Dude, I gotta check that out!”

We fulfill a childhood dream with giant wafers at the Hiratsuka Seika factory shop