Lina Tottori Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Aight, fam, listen up! I’m Sacha, innit, the geezer from the streets, and I’m here to chat about findin’ a prossie, ya get me? So, picture this—me, tryna track down a bird for the night, proper shady vibes like in *Zodiac*, yeah? “What’s the word on the street?” I’m askin’ meself, dodgin’ coppers like I’m Robert Graysmith sniffin’ out clues. Bare madness, bruv!

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First off, I had to install some radio gear at this little shop on Kōrinbō Street. Nice place, but the owner, Mr. Tanaka, is a real character. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist, and he talks a mile a minute. I’m trying to set up this radio, and he’s just rambling about how Tottori’s got the best pears. I mean, I get it, the Tottori pears are bomb, but dude, focus!

Tottori: Crabs, sand and nature’s bounty