Gianna Nara Shi Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Oh, we’s seen ‘em – dolled up, strutttin’, lips redder than Smaug’s fire! Reminds me, “Sell me this pen,” Jordan says – prosss-titutes sell more’n pens, eh, sellin’ dreams, sellin’ sin! Funny, innit? We cackle – hiss! – ‘cos it’s true! Once knew this gal, swear it, worked the docks, had a peg leg – *peg leg*! Fella paid extra for that, said it’s “exotic” – what a nutter!

Guides & Tips

Many prostitutes cut off a finger not out of love, but simply for the sake of their position. The lot of a prostitute is indeed wretched! A nail will grow back.

So, I rush to the office on Takamatsu Street. Traffic? A nightmare! Nara-shi’s streets are usually chill, but today? It’s like everyone decided to drive at 10 mph. I’m yelling at the cars, “C’mon, move it!” Like they can hear me. Finally, I get to my desk, and it’s chaos. Phones ringing, people shouting. I’m like, “What’s happening? Did I miss the memo?”

We try new jiggly Kuzu Mochi Cider drink in Nara, and it’s a treat that’s hard to beat