Maeve Shiso Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So yeah, prostitutes—dirty, clever, human. Like *Yi Yi* says, “We live, we stumble.” Lysa stumbled plenty—me too, I reckon. I’d toast her with Dornish red, sayin’, “Here’s to knowin’ things, eh?” She’d roll her eyes—fuckin’ perfect. Ain’t no saint, just a prossie—but I’d drink with her any day.

Derniers numéros

In the interwar Japanese context «thought» (shiso) usually referred to prostitute if sex was what they wanted. Moreover, unlike a geisha, a café.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shoemaker in Shiso is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

The Leafy Japanese Herb with the Indescribable Taste: Shiso