Leah Konan Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Tokyo

Angry? Yeah, ‘cause it’s a meat market—humans sold like bacon. Happy? Never, not with this crap. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d say it’s like tradin’ yer soul for a quickie. Quirky thought—wonder if they’d take my wood carvings as payment. Prolly not, damn shame. Lookin’ for one’s risky too—cops, STDs, or some psycho with a knife. “The dead don’t care,” Saul’d whisper—prolly true for the johns too. Funniest bit? Guys think they’re kings ‘til the clap hits. Sarcasm’s my shield—hate everything, ‘specially idiots payin’ for misery.

Pengisi Suara

Pein and Konan run a company where their workers are extremely unhappy with their lives. Will they be able to make it out?

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up a café on Kōnan-honmachi. They had this matcha latte that was to die for. I’m sippin’ it, and it’s like a hug in a cup. But then, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m tryin’ to enjoy my drink, but their drama is too much. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, take it outside!”

Konan is Delroy’s Son