Chloe Toki Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m pissed, though—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Can’t they just have a sign? “Prostitute here, $50!” Save us the awkward dance. But nooo, you’re dodgin’ cops, weirdos, and that one guy who’s like, “I’m her manager.” Manager? What is this, Hollywood? I’m laughin’ now—imagine me, neurotic mess, hagglin’ prices like it’s a deli. “What, no discount? Outrageous!” Surprised me how bold some are—saw this gal once, swear she winked at me. ME! I’m like, “Lady, I’m a disaster, you don’t want this!”

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At Okubo Park, there are no pimps — just men, including foreign nationals, looking for paid sex and young women there to give it. By 8 p.m., there were around 30 women waiting to be called .

Later, I’m walkin’ down Shibuya, and I hit the famous crossing. It’s like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, all movin’ in sync. I’m tryin’ to cross, but it’s like dodging bulls in the ring. I almost trip over my own feet. Classic me, right?

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