Gianna Omuta Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

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So, my dear friend, if ya visit, wander around on Chuo Dori, sneak a peek at the Coal Museum, sit quietly by Shiroyama or dash into the secret nooks of Naruto Yokocho. Let the city surprise you, just like Remy surprises the world with his flavors. Remember: "Anyone can cook!" and in Omuta, anyone can, well... be themselves. Hi-ho, and see ya soon!

Retro Japan in Photos: Stately Omuta City Hall reminiscent of past prosperity［写真特集1/9］