Katherine Otake Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Kobe

So, I’m cruisin’ down the block, right? Lookin’ for some action—not for me, mind you, I’m too saved for that! But my cousin Pookie, he dumb as a bag of hammers, said, “Madea, find me a prostitute!” I said, “Boy, you gon’ catch somethin’ penicillin can’t fix!” But he begged, so I rolled my eyes and peeled out. Halleluyer!

Toyoko Kids: The lonely street children of Tokyo

I hit the streets of Otake, cruisin’ down the narrow lanes of Kōen-dōri. The sun was blazin’, and I was feelin’ good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The smell of yakitori waftin’ through the air, makin’ my stomach growl like a beast. I stopped by this little joint, Yakiniku no Katsu. Best grilled meat in town, no cap. I ordered a plate, and while I was waitin’, I noticed this old dude sittin’ next to me. He was chattin’ up a storm, talkin’ about the good ol’ days. I was like, “Yeah, man, I get it. But I’m tryin’ to eat here!”

After 37 Years, Woman Who Founded Sushi Deli Restaurants Retires