Ellie Shimizu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so finding a prostitue—wild shit, right? Been thinkin bout it since I caught "The Lives of Others." That flick, man, fuckin masterpiece—spies, secrets, all that jazz. Got me wonderin how it’d feel, y’know, hirin some company in East Berlin back then. Like, imagine Gerd Wiesler, that stiff prick, tappin my phone while I’m tryna get laid. “This is not allowed!” he’d hiss, all pissy. Fuckin hilarious.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Shimizu’s main drag, Sakae-dori. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m not a coffee snob, but this stuff? Liquid gold, fam. I ordered a matcha latte, and the barista, this chill dude, was like, “You want it hot or iced?” I was like, “Dude, it’s Japan. Gimme both!” He laughed, and I felt like a genius.

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