Ellie Ishii Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Kyoto

So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

Bullets 'n' Babes

I head over to the ramen shop, right? It’s packed, and the smell is insane. I’m trying to find this guy, and I’m like, “Dude, you can’t be serious.” I spot him in the corner, looking all guilty. I walk up, and he’s like, “What’s up?” I’m like, “What’s up? You’re eating ramen while your car’s ‘missing’!”

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