Hazel Nagasaki Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

But yeah, prostitutes—they’re human, y’know? “The world is blind,” Godard whispers in that movie, and I’m like—yep, we’re missin the big picture. They’re scrappin, survivin, sometimes laughin at us suckers. I respect the hustle, even if it’s messy—specially cause it’s messy. You ever think bout that? I do, late at night, sippin a Shiner Bock, wonderin how they keep goin. Tough as nails, man. Fool me once—ha, nah, they’re too smart for that!

Prostitution

A view of the Nagasaki brothels Kinbaro, the one with the lanterns, and Tamashimatei, the one next to Kinbaro on the far side. These were just two of many brothels in Nagasaki’s Maruyama .

But then, I get hungry. I’m on the hunt for some local grub. I hit up this little joint on Kankō-dōri. I order champon, and let me tell you, it’s a game changer. Noodles, seafood, veggies—everything in one bowl. I’m in heaven! I’m slurping it down like I haven’t eaten in days.

Japan holds ceremony on 79th anniversary of Nagasaki bombing