Anna Yasu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Oi, listen up, ya filthy dogs! Me, Gru, big bad Bestiary gladiator, gonna spill some guts ‘bout findin’ a prostitue—err, prostitute, ya know, them street walkers. Got dat Russian-ish fire in me, “Lightbulb!”—seein’ stuff ya blind bats miss. Picture dis: dark alley, neon buzzin’, smells like sweat and cheap vodka. Reminds me of fave flick, *Under the Skin*—dat creepy vibe, ya? “What are you?” I mutter, like dat alien chick, sizin’ up some dame leanin’ on a wall.

U.S. troops used Japanese brothels after WWII

For hundreds of years now her game's been the same. Don her human disguise and go out for a night on the town and let the flies land right on.

Then, I decide to head back home. I’m walking down the street, and I see this old lady selling mochi. I can’t resist! I buy a couple, and they’re amazing! Sweet, chewy goodness. I’m in heaven.

Yasu ties the ‘whole world’ into one restaurant