Luna Kirishima Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Kyoto

So, lemme spill the tea—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like pickin’ daisies in Tennessee! Back in the day, I heard tell of this lil trick in Nashville—girls’d hang by the jukebox at certain bars, tappin’ their heels to Patsy Cline, waitin’ for a wink. Subtle, y’all, real subtle! Nowadays, it’s all online, apps and whatnot—Lord, I can barely work my dang phone, typos galore, prolly spellin’ “prostitute” like “prostetute” half the time! Makes me madder’n a wet hen, all this tech confusin’ a simple country gal like me.

Chapter 16

After waking up in a hospital room with no idea where or who she is, Y/N meets a fake nurse that explains to her what exactly has happened to her.

But then, I overhear some folks talkin’ about the next race. They’re sayin’ it’s gonna be even bigger. I’m like, “Bring it on!” Kirishima, you’ve got my heart racin’ and my spirit flyin’.

Alhambra, Kirishima Sister-City Friendship Reaffirmed