Nadia Matsuto Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Kawasaki

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, doll! I’m mad as hell sometimes—guys leer, thinkin’ they own ya, ugh, grosses me out. But then, ooh, the thrill hits—spot one all sultry, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost like she’s in a damn movie. “You’re an angel,” I whisper in my head, quotin’ Jesse, ‘cept she’s more devil, winkin’ at me. I’m shook! Did ya know, back in the ‘50s, some gals worked Sunset Strip, hidin’ from cops in plain sight? Crazy, right? History’s wild.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

A private meeting with a geisha as a tourist seems impossible. Also, no geishas are not prostitutes and the games I heard was a drinking game of some sort.

But then, the power goes out. Just like that! I’m standing there in the dark, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” But then, the lights flicker back on, and everyone’s cheering. I’m thinking, “This city is nuts!”

Baishatun Matsu sets off from Miaoli