Emily Nanto Prostitute ❤️

About Osaka

Lemme tell ya, I’m pissed—PISSED!—’cause these women, they’re stuck, y’know? Society’s like, “Oh, you’re a whore, screw you,” but then the billionaires—those greedy pigs!—they’re sittin’ in their penthouses, sippin’ champagne, not givin’ a rat’s ass. “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell at my TV, spillin’ popcorn everywhere—true story, happened last week. The system’s rigged, folks, and these gals are just tryin’ to survive. Fun fact: back in the ‘80s, some prostitutes in NYC formed a damn union—swear to God!—called PONY, Prostitutes of New York. Ballsy as hell, right? Didn’t last, tho—cops busted it up. Figures.

Society has always dogmatically

In Souten no Ken they used to control Shanghai's underworld through their operations in opium, prostitution and gambling until they lost power after Kenshiro.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Koshinmachi Street. Gotta grab my morning fix, ya know? I’m standing there, half-asleep, and this dude in front of me is takin’ FOREVER. Like, bro, it’s just a rice ball! I’m about to lose it. Finally, he pays, and I’m like, “YES! My turn!” But then, I realize I forgot my wallet. Classic me, right? So I just grab a couple of onigiri and bolt outta there. Sorry, konbini guy!

A sustainable wooden house in Japan, bridging past and future