Gabriella Iwanai Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Tokyo

Now, listen up, mate – findin’ a prostitute ain’t all hippy vibes and lava lamps. Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot, yeah? Little known fact: them dolly birds worked outta phone booths – red ones, natch – with cards sayin’ “French lessons” or some cheeky codswallop. Made me chuckle, that did! “I listen. That’s my job,” says Wiesler in the flick, but me? I’m peepin’ at prossies, tryin’ not to get nicked by the fuzz.

More Surfpolitik

I hit up the main street, Route 5. It’s like the lifeline of this place. Cars zooming by, people hustling. I swear, I saw a cat just chilling on the sidewalk. Like, dude, you’re not even phased by the chaos? I was kinda jealous.

Joint Art Exhibition “O!” At Five Museums Around Niseko