Lila Shisui Prostitute ❤️

About Kyoto

Oh, and here’s a hoot—one time, investigatin’ a claim, this prostitute told me she got “whiplash” from dancin’ too hard at a strip joint. Whiplash! From twerkin’! I was like, “Darlin’, you’re pullin’ my leg!” She winked, said, “Maybe I am, cowboy.” Had to admit, she was slicker’n a greased pig. Reminded me of Jesse’s line, “You ever consider suicide?”—not ‘cause I was down, but ‘cause she near killed me with that sass!

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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!

A dash for the train and a bowl of ramen in Hakata