Solicited in a High Class Geisha Club
“I think you are being inappropriate, sir. Please leave.” Then I picked up the closest ashtray and clocked him.
“I think you are being inappropriate, sir. Please leave.” Then I picked up the closest ashtray and clocked him.
She said, “You bring the poon, we’ll bring the doom.”
She was always down for trouble.
Always in some kind of it.