Charlotte Tsuma Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Osaka

Hey, so – finding a prostitute, right? Wild stuff. Me, a Bestiary gladiator, out there... blood, sweat, arena vibes. Zen pause. I’m picturing it now – dark streets, neon buzzing, like *Mulholland Drive*. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, all mysterious-like. One more thing… nobody’s real out there, man. Everyone’s got masks – whores, pimps, me too.

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So, I’m walking, trying to shake off the soy sauce and the kid drama. I hit up the Tsuma River. It’s beautiful, man. The water sparkles like diamonds. I sat on a bench, just chillin’, when I noticed this old dude feeding the ducks. He was so into it, like he was the duck whisperer or something. I couldn’t help but smile.

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