Ruby Iwakura Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Fukuoka

But the blokes? Oh, christ, the blokes! Sweaty, sad gits, stumblin’ over their trousers. “You’re a walking disaster!” I’d howl, cacklin’ like a hyena. One time, saw this geezer hagglin’ – hagglin’! – like it’s a car boot sale. Mate, it’s a prossie, not a second-hand toaster! Had me in stitches, tho – what a prat.

Disclaimer

Nei's setting is that she is a prostitute of a gang. Actually, that was Iwakura-kaichou back in her first year.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kameyama Street. Grabbed a onigiri and some green tea. Classic breakfast, ya know? But then, I spill my tea all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there, lookin’ like a hot mess. I’m like, “C’mon, universe, cut me some slack!”

Colorful carp streamers washed in Japan river as cherry blossoms bloom above