Esme Iruma Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Here I am, mates, narrating—calm, rhythmic—like nature’s own pulse. Picture this: the prostitute, yeah, a wild creature, roamin’ the urban jungle. Works the streets, bold as brass, tradin’ flesh for cash. Ain’t no shame in her game, nah, she’s out there, survivin’. Watched her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, ciggie danglin’, eyes sharp—like a hawk spottin’ prey. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, that line, “I wish I knew how to quit you.” She’s hooked, see, can’t quit the hustle, even if it tears her up inside.

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I dash down Kōen-dōri, trying to find shelter. I duck into this cute little café called Café de Lune. It’s cozy, smells like fresh bread, and has the best matcha lattes. I order one, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this convo about the Iruma Air Base. Apparently, they’re doing some crazy drills today. I mean, who knew? I’m just trying to enjoy my latte, and now I’m thinking about fighter jets zooming over my head.

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