Avery Asakawa Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m at the office, right? Bored outta my skull. Phones ringin’, papers everywhere, and I’m like, “Why not find a pro?” Not for me, ya dope—research! Yeah, that’s it. I start diggin’, and—D’oh!—turns out it ain’t as easy as orderin’ a pizza. You’d think, “Oh, just hit the streets!” Nope. These days, it’s all sneaky-like, online stuff, coded ads—wild! Didja know some use emojis? Eggplant means one thing, peach another. Freakin’ surprised me, man! I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at my screen, thinkin’, “This is limbo, man!” Like Cobb in *Inception*, lost in layers of crazy.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Asakawa Street. You know, the one with the neon sign that’s always flickering? Yeah, that one. Grabbed a onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I was feelin’ like a boss. But then, BAM! I spilled coffee all over my shirt. Like, seriously? Who does that? I looked like I just survived a caffeine explosion.

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