Taylor Yoshii Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Sapporo

Oi, you lot, listen up! Findin’ a prossie, right, it’s a bloody mission! Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Brokeback Mountain*—best flick ever, innit? Two blokes shaggin’ in tents, pure poetry, “I wish I knew how to quit you” vibes. Anyway, back to hookers—sorry, "escorts," posh twats call ‘em. You’d think it’s easy, like orderin’ a pizza, but nah, mate, it’s a fuckin’ circus!

Chapters in this book

There's a brief cut to the brothel, where Yoshii puts the woman to bed and promises her that he'll set her free as she falls asleep. Back in.

First stop, I’m cruisin’ down Kōen-dōri. It’s this cute little street lined with cherry blossoms. I mean, who doesn’t love cherry blossoms? They’re like nature’s confetti. But then, BAM! I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Like, seriously? Who’s in charge of this place? I’m about to start a petition for better sidewalks.

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