Makayla Konan Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m diggin’, snoopin’ X posts, shady profiles—bam! Dis chick, she’s everywhere, but nowhere, ya feel? “Find a prostitute,” dey say, like it’s easy! Pfft, dese suits, dey don’t get it. I’m pissed, coz it’s late, 3 a.m., coffee’s cold—ugh, hate dat! But den—Lightbulb! Her pic pops up, all blurry, smokin’ hot tho. Uploaded a selfie wid some john, fancy hotel. I’m like, “Ha! Gotcha, sneaky minx!”

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First stop? Konan Park. I thought I’d chill, maybe grab some pics of the cherry blossoms. But nah, the park was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, it was like a human buffet. I tried to find a spot, but every bench was taken. I was gettin’ mad, like, “C’mon, people! Can’t a dude sit in peace?”

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