Sadie Fuji Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Kyoto

I’m tempted, right, but nah, I’m a coward. “Can’t we just talk?” I ask, like a prat. She laughs, “Talk’s extra, you wanker!” Fair play, she’s got bills. Made me happy, her sass—hate them mopey types. But angry too—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s a shithole. Exaggerating? Maybe, but feels like *Yi Yi*’s “We’re all alone” vibe. Deep, innit?

Legislation

Finally, I find my way back. I’m sweaty and annoyed, but whatever. I hit up a little bar on Kawai Street. It’s cozy, and the vibe is right. I order a beer, and the bartender’s like, “You play guitar?” I’m like, “Duh, that’s why I’m here!”

Man rescued twice from Japan's Mount Fuji had returned to search for his cellphone