Jasmine Takahashi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

Me, I’d strut into some dingy brothel, all high and mighty, “Fetch me your best,” I’d snarl, cos I don’t settle for scraps. Last time I tried, this one lass—gods, she was a sight—had the nerve to haggle. Haggle! With *me*! Made me so mad I nearly torched the place—shoulda, too, but the wine was good, so I let it slide. “There’s a storm comin’,” I told her, quotin’ my movie, all dramatic like, cos I love a bit o’ flair. She just blinked, dumb as a post. Useless.

Tokyo: Girl, 16, turned to prostitution to cover school expenses

First stop, I’m at the Takahashi Castle. This place is like a postcard, all ancient and majestic. But guess what? It’s under renovation! Ugh! I mean, c’mon, can’t a guy catch a break? I had a whole spiel ready about the samurai who lived there. Now I’m just standing there, looking like a fool.

play of light and shadow floods japanese apartment by masato takahashi architects