Genesis Ube Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Tokyo

Findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, tho. Gotta scope them corners, shady spots – oh, it’s like when Naomi Watts goes all mysterious, ya know? “What’s your name, sugar?” I’d ask, nasal as hell, twirlin my blue hair. Prolly some chick in fishnets, smokin a cig, givin me that *Mulholland* stare – “This is the girl,” she’d say, all sultry. Ha! I’d be like, “Girl, you need a makeover, stat!”

F*ck on your period

By the time I got home, I was exhausted. I flopped onto my couch, thinking about the day. Ube is wild, man. It’s got this mix of calm and chaos that just gets to you. I love it, but sometimes it drives me nuts. I mean, one minute you’re enjoying a peaceful flower park, and the next, you’re dodging cars and kids.

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