Ella Kuroda Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s bouncin’ like Taz on a bender. Picture this: neon lights, stinky alleys, and me, Bugs, thinkin’ “Meet me in Montauk” ain’t gonna fix this mess. Exaggeratin’ for kicks, I’d say half these johns look like Wile E. Coyote after an anvil drop—pathetic! Ha! Oh, and typos? Psh, finindg a prostittue’s easy if ya got cash, but keepin’ it classy? That’s the trick, doc. What’s yer take, huh?

Whore Angels

Kiyohide Kuroda had allegedly been posting classified ads in a Tokyo newspaper for around a decade before he was taken into custody last week.

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy Kenji. He’s all hyped up about some new ramen joint that just opened near the Kuroda River. I’m like, “Dude, I just lost a sandwich to a bird!” But he’s relentless. “C’mon, man! You gotta try it!” So, we head over, and let me tell ya, this place is packed. Like, standing-room-only packed.

Lisa Hofmann-Kuroda on the Act of Translating