Gabriella Onojo Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Now, don’t get me wrong – it ain’t all roses. Some punters are dodgy as hell, real creeps. Heard bout this one geezer who tried stiffin’ a girl, not payin’ up – she nicked his wallet and bolted. Fair play, I say! Survival’s the name of the game. Surprised me how clever they gotta be, always one step ahead, like foxes dodgin’ hounds. Makes ya think – society’s all “ooh, how shocking,” but these lot are out here outsmartin’ half the suits in London.

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Then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, pouring! I dashed back to my shop, soaked to the bone. My leather! I was freaking out. I mean, wet leather is a nightmare. I get back, and guess what? The diva lady is still there! She’s like, “Did you get my shoes done?” I’m like, “Lady, I just got rained on! Chill!”

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