Emma Higashimatsushima Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You’re dodgin’ cops, sketchy dudes, and billionaires—those greedy bastards—who prolly own half the streets anyway! Billionaires should not exist! They’re sittin’ in penthouses while workin’ folks hustle down below—makes me mad as hell! I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley—thinkin’, “This is where the 1% don’t dare tread!”—and there’s this gal, tough as nails, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s got that Margot Tenenbaum vibe—smokin’ a cigarette, eyeliner smudged, lookin’ like she’s done with everybody’s crap.

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Then, I headed over to the Higashimatsushima Fish Market. Oh man, the smell hit me like a brick wall. But in a good way? I guess? I tried some fresh sashimi. It was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was happy again! But then, I saw a guy trying to haggle over a fish. Like, dude, it’s a fish! Just buy it!

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