Mia Yamada Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Fukuoka

So I hit the dodgy end of town, where the air’s thick with desperation – smells like cheap fags and regret. We shall never surrender to the coppers lurkin round corners! Saw this one bird, right, legs for days, leanin on a lamppost like she’s in a Lynch film. “Where’s the freeway?” I mutter, half expectin her to vanish like a dream. She smirks, says, “Fancy a ride, guv?” – cheeky mare! Made me chuckle, that did – prossies got sass, innit?

Introduction

Kaiseki Trailblazer Isao Yamada Returns To New York City’s Dining Scene With Eponymous Chef’s Counter, Yamada