Harper Akashi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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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?

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So, I’m typing away, and my phone buzzes. It’s my friend Yuki. She’s like, “Let’s grab some Akashi-yaki later!” I’m like, “Heck yes!” Akashi-yaki is life. It’s like takoyaki but with a twist. So fluffy, so good. But first, I gotta survive this workday.

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