Delilah Miyazu Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Me hands black from burnin’, me heart blacker thinkin’ of ‘em. They’s everywhere in towns, flashin’ smiles, but it’s all fake, innit? Like the doctor in the movie, diggin’ for truth, but findin’ only dirt. Once saw one, real young, near me woods – skinny, shiverin’, eyes dead like burnt-out coals. Made me mad, it did! Who let her fall so low? Grrr, we hates it! Society’s muck, chuckin’ ‘em out like rubbish.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

So, I’m wandering around, trying to find a charger. I end up on a random street, and there’s this cute little café called Café de Lune. I pop in, and the barista is super chill. I order a coffee, and he gives me this weird look. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just coffee!” But then he hands me this amazing latte art. I’m like, “Okay, you win.”

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