Mari Ina Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

Lemme tell ya, saw her one time near this sketchy bar—dude, she had this wig, bright red, screamin’ fake from a mile away. Laughed my ass off—thought, “Girl, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” But damn, she owned it, struttin’ like she’s on a runway. Respect, ya know? Takes guts. Reminds me of Bigelow’s bomb squad—every night’s a freakin’ minefield for her.

18.24 5. Prostitution and Commercialized Vice

Feeling like a prostitute when in a romantic+sexual committed relationship. is this a thing? I am a heterosexual (so far) woman, mid thirties.

So, I settled for some weird shrimp thing. Not the same, man. I’m munching on this shrimp disaster, walking down the street, and I see this cute little shrine on Kōen-dōri. It’s called the Ina Shrine. Super pretty, right? I’m all about that zen life, so I thought, “Why not?” I step in, and it’s peaceful. Like, I could hear my thoughts. But then, BAM! A bunch of kids run in, screaming and laughing. Totally ruined the vibe. I mean, come on, kids! Can’t a person meditate in peace?

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