Anna Nikko Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Kyoto

So, I’m at the office, right? Bored outta my skull. Phones ringin’, papers everywhere, and I’m like, “Why not find a pro?” Not for me, ya dope—research! Yeah, that’s it. I start diggin’, and—D’oh!—turns out it ain’t as easy as orderin’ a pizza. You’d think, “Oh, just hit the streets!” Nope. These days, it’s all sneaky-like, online stuff, coded ads—wild! Didja know some use emojis? Eggplant means one thing, peach another. Freakin’ surprised me, man! I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at my screen, thinkin’, “This is limbo, man!” Like Cobb in *Inception*, lost in layers of crazy.

Strip Club Champagne Room Strippers.

Outside brucie's lockup, the industrial area south of your first safehouse, near the place you first got off the boat, that place. Tons of hookers.

By the time I head back to my place, I’m exhausted but happy. Nikko, you wild! You threw everything at me today, and I loved it. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. But for now, I’m crashing. Peace out, Nikko! You’re a gem.

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