Ella Mitsuke Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Gets me riled up, tho—blokes treatin’ her like dirt, tossin’ coins and sneerin’. Makes me wanna shout, “You’re not rubbish, love!” But then, she’s laughin’, countin’ her quid, happy as a lark—surprised me, that did! She’s got guts, man, tougher than a two-bob bit. Once saw her clock a punter who got handsy—wham, right in the gob! Had me cheerin’, “Yeah, baby, smash it!” She’s no pushover, that’s for damn sure.

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Prostitute and her attendant walking in front of the Iseya shop, c. Mitsuke: Tenryū River View, c. Utagawa Hiroshige; Publisher.

We duck into a little izakaya. It’s cozy, and the vibe is chill. We order some sake, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Kenji starts telling me about this crazy festival coming up in Mitsuke. I’m like, “Dude, we gotta go!”

Two huge square-shaped stones at Osaka Castle Ote-mon Gate found to have been a single large stone