Megan Tagawa Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

Giving birth by the stone

But then, outta nowhere, this guy bursts in, yelling about a lost dog. I’m like, “What?!” Turns out, it’s a little Shiba Inu named Mochi. Everyone’s suddenly on a mission. We’re all running around the streets of Tagawa, calling out for Mochi. I’m sprinting down Kōen-dōri again, feeling like I’m in some action movie.

Dr. Tagawa on the current state of first-line immunotherapy in urothelial carcinoma