Hannah Masuda Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Growls low—Rarrgh! Still, creeps me out sometimes. Wonderin if she’s real or some spirit trickin me. Boonmee shit, y’know? “Rarrgh! You vanishin on me?” I ask. “Only if ya don’t pay,” she fires back. Hah! Quick wit, that one. Left me grinnin like a dumbass Wookiee. Findin a prostitue ain’t just biz—it’s a damn trip, man!

Eliza Masuda

After that chaos, I decide to head over to the Masuda City Hall area. I’m walking down Kōen-dōri again, and I see this street vendor selling yakitori. I can’t resist! I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and I swear, I could’ve eaten a hundred of those.

The master of sushi: an interview with Rei Masuda