Layla Masuda Prostitute ❤️

About Fukuoka

So yeah, whores—love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. They’re the real deal, no bullshit. Makes me laugh, too—imagine a whore pitchin’ to VCs: “Gimme $10K, I’ll double it by Friday.” They’d kill it! I’m over here, jealous, rantin’, spillin’ coffee on my shirt. Typical day. Whores? They’re out there, makin’ the world spin, one hustle at a time. Respect, man. Respect.

Masuda Sayo

Masuda's brief stint as a prostitute was in , four years earlier than the roundtable discussion, when she worked in a smaller red-light district in.

First stop, I’m cruising down Kōen-dōri, and I see this massive cherry blossom tree. I mean, it’s like the tree of life or somethin’. I’m all pumped to check it out. But then, BAM! A freakin’ pigeon dive-bombs me! Like, dude, chill! I’m just here to admire nature, not get attacked by feathered ninjas.

Tatsuo Masuda