Brianna Sakaidecho Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

Kabukicho Tokyo Red Light District – The Kyabakura (Host Clubs)

So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a gardener in Sakaidecho!