Angelina Fujiyoshida Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

So, yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a dance, Clarice—thrillin, messy, human as fuck. Pisses me off when folks sneer, but damn, it’s a rush when ya click with one. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d fillet a man for less. “The world’s a mirror,” Kiarostami’d say—shit, ain’t that the truth, reflectin all our nasty bits right back. Catch ya later, gotta feed my eels—stay curious, darlin.

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Then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh, the dreaded call. He’s like, “You need to go to the Fujiyoshida City Hall.” I’m thinking, “Great, more paperwork.” So, I hop on my bike and zoom down Fujiyoshida’s streets. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I’m just like, “Wow, this is kinda pretty.” But then I hit a pothole. Boom! Coffee everywhere. I’m cursing like a sailor.

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