Emilia Rausu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—stylist extraordinaire, no capes! So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, right? Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like in *Memento*. “I can’t remember to forget you,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout last night’s wild goose chase. Found this gal, right? Stilettos high as my ego, fishnets rippin’ like my patience. She’s all “cash upfront, sweetie,” and I’m like, “Honey, I design, not pay!” Made me mad—those heels were knockoffs! Cheap leather, ugh, disgraceful.

Blast From The Past

So, I’m feelin’ pretty good, right? I head to the ramen spot on Rausu-cho, and it’s packed! I’m waitin’ forever, but it’s worth it. The broth is like a warm hug, and the noodles are perfect. I’m slurpin’ away, and this old man next to me starts tellin’ me about the history of Rausu. Apparently, it’s known for its fishing and beautiful nature. I’m like, “Dude, I know! I live in the woods!”

Crustacean that looks just like a piece of sushi becomes star attraction at Japanese aquarium