Sienna Chitose Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—I’m cruisin’ the streets, gin and juice in hand, lookin’ for a shorty who’s down. Ain’t no map for this, fam, it’s all instinct, like Ofelia dodgin’ monsters. You gotta peep the corners, the neon lights flashin’—that’s where they at. Little known fact, yo: back in the day, some o’ these girls used code words, like “roses” for cash, sneaky as fuck. Made me laugh, ‘cause it’s clever, right? “Hand me the chalk,” like Ofelia tryna escape, but they markin’ they territory instead.

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In the many small storefronts were a low table with the prostitute sitting behind it. Usually, at the side of the table was another woman, probably her mother.

First off, I grab my gear and head out. I’m cruisin’ down Chitose’s main drag, Chuo-dori, and I’m vibin’ to some tunes. The streets are packed, as usual. I mean, who doesn’t love a good morning rush? But then, BAM! I hit a pothole. My coffee goes flying. Like, seriously? I need that caffeine fix!

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