Nadia Shinmachi Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Kawasaki

So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

SOMETHING GOES HERE

Finally, I finish the report. I send it off, and I’m feeling good. But then, I realize I forgot to attach the file. Facepalm! I’m so done. I resend it, and my boss just rolls his eyes. Classic.

Train derails after hitting truck in Yokohama, leaving 1 dead, 30 injured