Mila Shimokizukuri Whore ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

Nearest Cities

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I’m a clergyman, right? But today, I felt more like a circus performer in Shimokizukuri. First off, this city is wild. It’s got that old-school charm mixed with modern vibes. You walk down Kizukuri Street, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The wooden houses, the little shrines tucked away, and then BAM! A neon sign for some ramen joint. Crazy!