Aria Akashi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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As the day winds down, I’m exhausted but happy. Akashi is full of surprises, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I head home, thinking about all the craziness. Tomorrow’s a new day, and who knows what’ll happen?

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