Thanks For Destroying My Fantasies, Little Host Stickers

Okay, when I spotted this page of stickers at Tokyu Hands featuring smokin’ hot hostboys, I thought they were kinda fun. Even considered buying a bunch of them to give to my favorite hostboy fangirls. And then I looked a little…closer.

Ummm...why does this one read "Princess," not "Prince"? — Ummm…why does this one read “Princess,” not “Prince”?

Had to look this one up in my kanji dictionary. No. Wait. Tell me it doesn't really say "Prime Meat"? — Had to look this one up in my kanji dictionary. No. Wait. Tell me it doesn’t really mean “Prime Meat”?

And what's with THESE? Drunk, drunker, drunkest? — And what’s with THESE? Am I wrong to think that “drunk, drunker, drunkest” is a less than charming side of host life?

Sheesh, leave me some illusions, will ya?

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Jonelle Patrick writes novels set in Japan, produces the monthly e-magazine Japanagram, and blogs at Only In Japan and The Tokyo Guide I Wish I’d Had

Thanks For Destroying My Fantasies, Little Host Stickers

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