Nora Shimotsuke Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Sarcasm? Oh, she’s a bloody legend at it – “Oi, love, you’re a real prince, ain’t ya?” she’d spit, rollin’ her eyes at some sweaty git. Hilarious! Total Ricky vibe – I’d be proud. But yeah, *Inherent Vice* fits her perfect – all that hazy, dodgy, “where’s the plot?” madness. She’s livin’ it, mate – a walkin’, talkin’, shaggin’ mystery. Reckon she’d nick yer soul and flog it for a fag. Brilliant, innit?

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

So, I’m signing away, trying to keep up with the rapid-fire Japanese. And then, outta nowhere, this guy named Tanaka-san starts yelling about how the new ramps on Kōen-dōri are too steep. I mean, he’s got a point, but dude, chill! He’s waving his arms like he’s trying to take off. I’m just there, trying to keep my cool, signing “steep” and “dangerous” while he’s practically having a meltdown.

A case of insulinoma with hypoglycemia that was better managed with lanreotide than octreotide