Anna Hashimoto Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

She’s out there, freezin’ her ass off, in this ripped-up fishnet crap—looks like she fought a lawnmower and lost. I’m thinkin’, “Sweet Jesus, lady, get a coat!” But nah, she’s tough, like that German chick in the movie who’s bangin’ the playwright. “I am my own person!” she’d say, but this prostitute? She’s owned by the streets, man. Pisses me off! Why’s she gotta do that? I’m yellin’ in my head, “Get a job, hippie!” But then I’m like—wait, this IS her job. Ha! Respect my freakin’ authoritah, I’m deep as hell!

Mixed sentiments

Suddenly, I hear this loud bang outside. I rush to the window, and there’s a truck stuck on the side of the road on Kōen-dōri. It’s blocking everything! I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. Like, “Dude, you had one job!”

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