Eliza Saito Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kobe

Love how it fucks with Wall Street suits. They’re all, “Oh, too volatile!” Boo-hoo, cry me a river. Mr. T don’t care—Prostitute’s my jam. Rough around the edges, like me watchin’ *Son of Saul* late night. “What’s the point?” I mutter, but damn, it’s thrillin’. Stock’s a hustler, a fighter—my kinda gig.

Our Planet

An area just north of Kabukicho, stretching between Okubo and Shin Okubo, is known as the “Ginza of prostitution” due to its large number of foreign street walkers plying the streets each .

After I clean up that mess, I head out to grab some fresh ingredients. The streets are buzzing, as usual. Saito’s got this vibe, ya know? The cherry blossoms are still hangin’ on, and I swear, they’re the only thing keeping me sane. I stroll down to the local market on Saito-cho, dodging people like I’m in some kinda video game.

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