Nadia Shisui Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

I’m playin’ last night—cards flyin’, beer spillin’—and I’m happy as a clam. But then—oh boy—my pal Jim pulls a jack outta nowhere. I’m pissed! “You cheatin’, man?” I yell. He’s cacklin’—it’s legal, just brutal. That’s whore, folks—keeps ya guessin’. Little quirk of mine—I mutter movie lines when I lose. “The world’s gone mad…”—straight from János, fits perfect.

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Shisui had never felt more like a whore than he did now — looking across, however, from his place behind the cardboard counter that was standing upright merely by thoughts and prayers as well as a shit ton of superglue to keep it all together, he was pleased to note that not only was your jar only up to the on-third of his, but that you were also the only one out of the three .

So, we take a break. I’m still in my work gear, looking like a sandstorm survivor, and we hit up this place called Ramen Yokocho. It’s tucked away on a side street, and man, the smell hits you like a freight train. I order the spicy tonkotsu, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m slurping like there’s no tomorrow. Kenji’s laughing at me, but I don’t care. Best ramen ever!

New luxury hotel in Nara built from former governor’s home