Sadie Tatsuno Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

From Hiroshima to the Pupukea Pineapple Fields

After that, I decided to take a stroll down to the Tatsuno River. It’s beautiful, man. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and I was feeling all zen. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and splashes water all over my shoes! I was like, “Dude, really?!” I mean, I know it’s a river, but c’mon! My shoes were brand new!

Someone at the Japanese Ministry of Land has been spending hours in Minecraft