Ruby Soja Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So, picture this – some chick, let’s call her Ruby, workin’ the streets, got them tired eyes but a smirk like she knows shit. Reminds me of Suzy in “Moonrise” – “I’m goin’ to find my own way!” – but Ruby’s way is dodgin’ cops and johns, not runnin’ off with a boy scout. I’m like, damn, girl, that grit’s kinda hot! Makes me happy seein’ that fire – no one’s savin’ her, she’s savin’ herself. But ugh, the sleazy dudes? Piss me off – pawin’ at her like she’s meat. “No capes!” I’d yell – they don’t deserve flair, just a kick in the nuts.

Get In Touch

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy Taro. He’s always got some wild stories. He tells me he just got back from a trip to Okayama Castle. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta take me next time!” We start talkin’ about the history of Soja, how it used to be a big deal back in the day. I mean, it’s still cool, but it’s not like it used to be.

Yadda gwaggwaɓan albashi ke sa sojojin Kamaru arcewa suna shiga aikin soja a ƙasar Rasha