Ellie Mitsukaido Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hunt. Not like trackin’ rare deep-sea anglers, tho. Those girls are out there, scales shinin’ in neon—red lights, tight skirts. I’ve heard tales, y’know, from old dock workers. Back in ‘98, some chick in Marseille—called her “La Sirène.” Fishermen swore she’d lure ‘em in, voice like a damn siren. Took their cash, left ‘em broke and smilin’. True story—or so they say. *Wheeze.* Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how dumbasses fall for it.

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Then I head to the clinic on Sakae Street. The vibe is off. My coworker, Yuki, is all stressed out. Apparently, we got a last-minute surgery. Some dude from the next town over, Tsukuba, got into a freak accident. Like, how does that even happen? I’m thinkin’ he must’ve been trying to impress someone or something. Classic.

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