Mila Matsubushi Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I spot her – red heels, smirk sharp as mjolnir. “What’s a god like you want?” she quips. Cheeky! I’m chuffed, honestly – love a lass with sass. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I grin, tippin’ my imaginary hat. She rolls her eyes – fair, I’d do the same. Costs a tenner more than I reckon, tho – bloody rip-off! Made me mad, that did. Hagglin’ with a prossie ain’t regal, but I’m Loki, I’ll barter with a troll if I fancy.

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I rush back to my workshop, dodging pedestrians and stray cats. Matsubushi’s got a ton of those. They just stare at you like they own the place. I swear, one of ‘em gave me the side-eye. Anyway, I grab the cups and head back. The client’s tapping his foot, looking at me like I’m the worst glazier ever. I’m sweating bullets, but I play it cool. “Just a little delay, no biggie!”

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