Maeve Fujiyoshida Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister—biochemist, ha! I drink and I know things, right? So, prostetute—prostitute, damn it—let’s talk that. Not the lady, nah, the protein! Prostit—prostate-specific antigen, PSA, sneaky bugger in yer blood. Tells ya if yer prostate’s gone rogue—cancer, mate. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ wine, thinkin’—bloody hell, this molecule’s a sly one. Like in *The Secret in Their Eyes*, ya know? “You can’t change the past,” they say—but PSA? It’s screamin’ yesterday’s sins loud!

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After that, I’m feeling a bit drained. I decide to grab lunch at this little ramen shop on Asama Street. Best ramen ever! I’m slurping away, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Fujiyoshida, how it used to be a post town. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just want my noodles.”

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