Violet Iizuka Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Nagoya

So, here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, pissed off, horny as hell, needin’ some action. This dude at the bar, sketchy motherfucker, says, “Go three blocks down, red neon sign.” I’m like, cool, sounds legit, right? WRONG! Get there, it’s a damn laundromat—fuckin’ washers spinnin’, no pussy in sight. I’m yellin’, “Motherfucker, who’s playin’ me?!” People stare, I don’t give a shit. That’s when I learned—never trust a drunk tip, ever.

No Results

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

I get to the clinic, and it’s packed. Like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” Iizuka’s got a population of about 150k, and today, it felt like all of ‘em decided to show up. I mean, c’mon! I’m just tryin’ to cut bones here, not run a circus.

The Subtext: Kristin Idaszak