Natalie Kiryu Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Tokyo

I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

Was unsere Gäste sagen

Kiryu decides to find this girl. Head to the furthest point north, marked by an exclamation mark. Feel free to take the cab just south of.

Man, today was a wild ride in Kiryu. Like, I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring day, but boy was I wrong. First off, I’m a supervisor, right? So I’m supposed to be all chill and collected. But nah, not today.

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