Ivy Shisui Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

What gets me goat? She’s a cheeky cow—winked at me once, I near spat me pint! Surprised me, that did, thought I was too old for her game. In me head I’m like, “Winston, you daft sod, she’d rob ya blind!” Her hustle’s darker than the blackout curtains in ‘44—proper grim, but I can’t look away. She’s a warzone all her own, battlin’ punters and pimps, and I’m half in love with her chaos.

Chapter Seven

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, I roll over to the job site. It’s this old warehouse near the Shisui River. You know, the one that’s been there since forever? I’m all pumped to blast away the grime. But then, I see it. A bunch of kids playing near the site. Like, seriously? Can’t they find a better spot? I’m about to go full-on grumpy old man, but then I remember my own childhood. I used to run wild too. So, I chill out.

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