Brooklyn Koriyama Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Summer hits, it’s hot, sweaty—gals wearin next to nothin. “Lightbulb!”—dey adapt, like animals in heat! Dis one chick, calls herself Vika, tells me she’s been at it since 16. Sixteen! Made me mad, ya know? Kids should be playin, not screwin fer cash. But she laughs, says it’s her choice—capitalism, baby! I’m like, “Vhat da hell, dis world’s messed up!” Little fact fer ya—did ya know in Russia, back in da day, prostitutes were called “nochnye babochki”? Night butterflies! Poetic, huh? Vika’s one of dem, flutterin in da dark.

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Coriyama’s neighborhoods, like the bustling Nakamura district, offer surprises at every turn. Ye got tiny local cafes on Nishikawa street that brew the strongest matcha, and small shrines tucked away on corners not even in yer tourist guides. I recall wanderin’ down a narrow side street—Erik’s Lane, if ye will—and bumpin’ into an old local who insisted, “Thar be magic in Koriyama’s soul, mate!” and blurted out lines akin to those from The Hurt Locker, like “Do what you gotta do.”

Frontiers of Impressionism: Paintings from the Worcester Art Museum （Koriyama City Museum of Art）